You cannot be in love with every beautiful thing you see

Emily. Emily. Emily. Delete.	your words... like wind through a wheat field.	Nothing could be close to quite like this	Suburban Pornography
You can not be in love with every beautiful thing you see	I used to be that girl.	November 8, 2010	THE IRON NODER CHALLENGE 3: THIS TIME IT'S MARTENSITIC
Tell him, she told me	What if kittens grew on trees?	My body is still trying to explain it to my brain	God is Dead
We do not possess imagination enough to sense what we are missing	I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream	Killing Your Own Characters	Addressing others by their user names
A man who never sees a pretty girl without loving her a little	my breath seized in my lungs	November 7, 2010	Chess for money
She reads Eliot at the bus stop	Gay penguins	I could use some new habits, like holding you

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