NationStates Jolt Archive

Tottering imbalances on tiptoe. Sometimes you plummet while the other person is yanked up. Long, slow moments of stillness are punctured (like an egplant skin popping to a knife) with recurring onslaughts of wispy, but industrially molded religio-cultural-societal notions of this and/or that. "Deal with it."

Easy is good, in fact: Long kisses, and walking, and pasta with pesto, red hair compliments and british soaps. good. All that about challenges stronger better harder doesn't kill you builds trust - bullSHIT. Well sometimes. Dear lord why can't I make a statement that has no qualifications? A flaw of my ever-so-balanced life.

a theme, not a motif.

How we convolute ourselves. How we complicate, twist. and hurt, and hurt to not hurt or be hurt and are still hurt all the same. And then sometimes when there's just a tart and a bench and a bird to point at and one could imagine that it was alright. And maybe it even is. No really, I think it will be, (we WILL be alright,) but once the tart is eaten, then again, well, maybe it won't. And jesus who even cares any more, we've done it all before - but one still cares. More every time. Apparently. All that's left is just love I guess. And love is cool. All you need is love, doo doo doo doo doo, right? hah.

Leaving.

Indeed...


Is this a roundabot way of saying your going? If so, then bummer...

Is this a roundabot way of saying your going? .
nope. I'm not leaving here, and if I ever do, I won't bother to let y'all know.

what the hell just happened? i am lost!

Tottering imbalances on tiptoe. Sometimes you plummet while the other person is yanked up. Long, slow moments of stillness are punctured (like an egplant skin popping to a knife) with recurring onslaughts of wispy, but industrially molded religio-cultural-societal notions of this and/or that. "Deal with it."

Easy is good, in fact: Long kisses, and walking, and pasta with pesto, red hair compliments and british soaps. good. All that about challenges stronger better harder doesn't kill you builds trust - bullSHIT. Well sometimes. Dear lord why can't I make a statement that has no qualifications? A flaw of my ever-so-balanced life.

a theme, not a motif.

How we convolute ourselves. How we complicate, twist. and hurt, and hurt to not hurt or be hurt and are still hurt all the same. And then sometimes when there's just a tart and a bench and a bird to point at and one could imagine that it was alright. And maybe it even is. No really, I think it will be, (we WILL be alright,) but once the tart is eaten, then again, well, maybe it won't. And jesus who even cares any more, we've done it all before - but one still cares. More every time. Apparently. All that's left is just love I guess. And love is cool. All you need is love, doo doo doo doo doo, right? hah.

Leaving.

i like stream of conciousness stuff. that was good. sort of like ray loriega. don't go.

nope. I'm not leaving here, and if I ever do, I won't bother to let y'all know.

Oh good.

i like stream of conciousness stuff. that was good. sort of like ray loriega. don't go.thank-yee. having written that down I feel a bit less fragile. like the second-most overpriced bone china instead of the first.

thank-yee. having written that down I feel a bit less fragile. like the second-most overpriced bone china instead of the first.
glad you're feeling better :) it's always good to get things off you chest when your feeling down or whatever. i did that yesterday with my paranoia thread and after a couple of posts i calmed down and forgot all about it, for a little while anyway.

what the hell just happened? i am lost!
Same here.

*Sings*
I'm leaving on a Jetplane...

*Sings*
I'm leaving on a Jetplane...
You made me think of Smunkee :(