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is this our love story? Is this how it happens? or is that only in the movies?
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bethant
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fairy tale
mmmm
i hate not talking to you
but i cant name the reason
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hey now!
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once upon a time there was a mahayana and a silent storm. and they met in the middle of a vast blue ocean of words. they fell in love and were several times torn away from each other by silent storms evil evil parents and the blood sucking vassar college administration. these days if you see them online and talk to them.. if they dont answer.. leave them alone. theyre cybering
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werewolf
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i've got all the characters i'll ever need. i just need the right plot twists.
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he wrote me this! tee hee hee hee *sigh*....
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Dance away thy starry dreams
O' starry-eyed Juliet, Jasmine sweet
For in Verona there is no sleep
Upon the cobbled empty town street
Blanketed o'er this comet-strew night sky
Juliet dances, as rising smoke upon the wind
Through the Hall, n' the chapel bell
Fragrant petals stirred follow, 'round
Enchant the starlight with Rose and smoke
Though all the town, street and balcony
Thou will know when morning comes,
And petals and smoke fills the air
There twas a spirit that danced in flight
Under comet, an etheral Juliet twirled and ran
Wisp entwined with wisp, flower hand in han'
Romeo's and Juliet's laugh into the night.
Sweet starry dreams Capulet
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twitterpated
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sorry, had to get it out somewhere...
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spell check
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ethereal*
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love him anyway
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i didn't say he could spell...
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i love this movie
a tragic ending
before it even began
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love means never having to say youre sorry.
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They call me Truth
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megan
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don't call it a story
that implies fiction and this is the most honest thing that has ever happened to me
love has been built up. it exists in movie theaters, in outdoor concerts, in large cathedrals during blow-out weddings
it exists in online personals ads and expensive restaurants
it's clothed in shimmery dresses and high heels, tuxedos, and musky perfume
it jogs in the morning and eats no carbs
love knows no pain. love listens to hot music and shakes its hips in just the right way
that's the story anyway
here's the truth
love watches you walk across the room even after you've screamed and yelled
love is sometimes greasy haired, sometimes smelly, and at times agoraphobic
love can't stand it when you cry, but will listen when you can't hold it in anymore
love sometimes has to mean cheap dates and burnt chicken
it's being way too hot and then freezing
love isn't always fun and procrastinates
love has fat thighs
love exists in parent's houses, in tiny kitchens, in dead-end jobs
my love story is...
unfinished...
but i've read ahead
and i like what i'm seeing
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arwyn
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I like ours best.
I don't even know when
we became a couple.
When we moved in?
when i called you my
"french fry wife"?
when we held hands in target?
or
when Jill pointed it out?
I love that moment.
we didn't even pause.
we knew we were going to
marry each other
by the end of the conversation.
we grasped hands and leapt.
we're my favourite love story
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