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He took up from the couch the great purple-and-gold texture that covered it, and, holding it in his hands, passed behind the screen. Was the face on the canvas viler than before? It seemed to him that it was unchanged; and yet his loathing of it was intensified. Gold hair, blue eyes, and rose-red lips,—they all were there. It was simply the expression that had altered. That was horrible in its cruelty. Compared to what he saw in it of censure or rebuke, how shallow Basil’s reproaches about Sibyl Vane had been!—how shallow, and of what little account! His own soul was looking out at him from the canvas and calling him to judgment. A look of pain came across him, and he flung the rich pall over the picture. As he did so, a knock came to the door. He passed out as his servant entered.
- The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde
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Is this then the summation of events?
A longing without words,
Unanswered things,
Longing?
I cannot tell. not really, not anymore.
There is only hope
In tomorrow’s
Dreams
- -Justification
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The Words of Love…
Tell me
Tell me you love me
Tell me you need me
Tell me you want to marry me
Tell me you cannot be without me
Tell me your PIN number…
- -Justification
My friends own me easily...
| Justification: | quick tip- my cat does NOT like to dance to LMFAO (good to know eh?) |
| Friend: | LOL WIGGLE WIGGLE WIGGLE |
| Justification: | Well every day she is not shufflin! |
| Friend: | Put her hands up in the air...or the sun. I dunno i forget the words, but it doesn't matter? |
| Justification: | It doesn't? |
| Friend: | No, because EVERY DAY IM SHUFFLIN'!!!! |
| (pause) | |
| Justification: | You just pwn me there, right? |
| Friend: | You watching my dance? This is my victory dance! |
| Justification: | Why do I tell you things? |
| Friend: | Shut up and take it. Bitch. |
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I dream of snow, not because it is cold, but because it makes me think of the warmth of being with you… the silence as we hold each other, the magical light that comes from snow on the floor, flooding the space between us, around us, with us…
I dream of snow, and i dream of you, and the gap between us, the small gap filled with the heat of bodies and the aroma of each other, and the nest of joy we build in response to the icy cold bitter air.
I dream of snow, but when i do, I dream of you.
- -Justification 2003
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It feels like Canada
- -Arguably the greatest after sex quote I have ever heard in my life… never did find out what she meant.
Precision
The machine gave a feeble bleep; the kind of noise that usually informs you that you have failed in doing something, or that something small but very important has broken. And with that sound Montgomery knew he was doing it wrong.
He sighed and tried to focus on his facial muscles. But quickly came the small feeble beeping noise again. Angrily he snarled, “It’s stupid…”
The voice of his long suffering girl friend sighed, “No darling, it’s not stupid…”
“I can’t do it.”
A pause.
“You said you would try… for me…”
Montgomery went to say something but bit it back and nodded. He had promised her he would improve. And he cared about his partner enough to do this… odd task.
He sighed and leaned forward. Placing his face as close to the sensitive array of wires and pressure pads he began the exercises again. It was simple enough. All he had to do was maintain a consistent pattern on the pad below him.
The trick, his girlfriend, was to maintain the pattern for an extended period of time.
When he first did it, he had to last about 40 seconds. That was easy.
But now he had to maintain the pattern for about seven minutes.He tried. He tried really hard.
Three minutes twenty seconds later he swore at that return of that depressing bleep, gave up and spat,” Why the hell am I doing this again?”
Montgomery turned in anger and stared into the gentle eyes of his girlfriend. His fustration quickly evaporated in the face of her cool, calm stare.
“Because darling, you will never have sex again until you can at least get the basics right.”
Montgomery could see she was not even going to budge; no anger, no negotiation, no nothing would shift her on that judgement.
“But I don’t think I can…” he mewed, feebly.
“Then I will find someone who will.”
She was serious. Montgomery nodded again and returned to the machine; he had never had any complaints from his previous girlfriends he thought; but then again, no previous girlfriends held masters degrees in robotics and computer science; and none every created pressure sensitive pads designed to measure the delicate patterns and pressure left by his facial muscles.
Bending down he opened his mouth and stretched and began using the ‘Tongue Trainer Version 4’ and hoped to God, he could last seven minutes this time.
Four minutes twenty seconds later the room was filled with the sound of a pathetic feeble bleep and his girlfriend wondered if it was time to maybe date that gynecologist from Zurich.
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I have a terrible confession.
I am an addict to a type of food.
A breakfast food.
A…rather unique breakfast food.
It was pitiful really- I would get rather gooey at the taste of it. The thought of it was even enough to send me miles out of the way to get some.
And then they stopped making Chocolate Flavored Ready Brek.
Yep- that’s right… I was addicted to CFRB.
It took me years but I am finally over it…
Or so i thought.
And then about a week ago a friend of mine who now I have given my soul too… informed me where I could get some as they had started remaking it again…
They have my soul- but that’s OK- I am doomed… I am a dirty CFRB addict…
- Justification
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Cold, dark and wet…with a strong breeze, and a sharp chill.
Perfect morning.
- Justification
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A sense of helplessness,
of failure,
of the inability to control so many things
The sense of letting you down tastes bitter in my mouth,
Even though I try so hard
It’s not enough
But I will not give up
Hope, surprisingly for something so small, so fragile,
Hope is the most powerful weapon one can wield.
Embrace…
(a re-post of writing i did a while ago now)
They held each other, tighter than tight, closer than close. Every inch of their being was poured into the other, every fiber of their soul clung desperately.
It seemed so silly now. The things before.
A few moments ago they were so important. An hour ago they were the whole universe. An hour ago their worlds were filled with anger and nasty comments and bitterness and hate. A day filled with frustration and bitterness and pettiness and stupidity.
He had wanted to punch a wall, scream, shout, bellow in fury and rage at the stupidity of the world; he wanted to grab the neck of all those silly people who made his life so much harder; he wanted, desperately, to kick his boss in the balls- his pathetic job which was so small and boring, but where every mistake was treated like it was the end of the world.
She wanted to cry all the time; the insincerity of people; their shallowness; their capriciousness; she was tired of the endless battles over ego and status; she knew she was the lowest ranked person in her office; she knew she was not trusted with the serious stuff, but hated the way insecure people reminder her about it every day.
An hour ago their word had been cold and bleak and dark and horrible and foul. There seemed to be no future, no hope. No point.
And then they had found each other, and on a cheap and threadbare chair had curled around the other in an embrace that was much more than arms. And here, in this cold room, their room, they suddenly found a peace. The world before faded away and ended. All that mattered was here and now. And suddenly nothing else seemed important. It seemed so silly now.
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Deciding whether or not to trust a person is like deciding whether or not to climb a tree because you might get a wonderful view from the highest branch or you might simply get covered in sap and for this reason many people choose to spend their time alone and indoors where it is harder to get a splinter.
- Lemony Snicket (via unicornism)
