llamallamaredpajama

Angela

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spic and span by llamallamaredpajama, literature

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spic and span

oh, don't mind me, dear. i'm just doing a little cleaning. shining up the surface so everything looks alright. i'll weed out my memories and sweep up the shattered remnants of my dreams. I'll mop up my tears and use them to wash out the windows of my eyes. and finally, i'll put all my unfulfilled wishes in a box with my heart. i think i'll look quite presentable when i'm done.

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Contradictory by nature by Ever-flying-free, literature

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Contradictory by nature

I am foolish and wise. I am decided and indecisive. I am boisterous and shy. I am self conscience and vain. I am faithful and a sinner. I am content and depressed. I am accepting and critical. I am respectful and indecent. I am considerate and selfish. I am popular and alone. I am attractive and repellent. I am thoughtful and thoughtless. I am attentive and distracted. I am excited and bored. I am brave and skittish. I am sweet and terrifying. I am mature and reckless. I am proud and ashamed. I am unique and a conformist. I am strong and brittle. I am human and a mess...

call it what they will.. by dreaming-in-color, literature

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call it what they will..

love. is that what they call this? love. a mixture of hate and regret and pain and lust smiles so real, but sometimes fake. there and then gone again... and we're still here pulling through. is that what they call this? pulling through. struggling to put together a puzzle with so many wrong pieces trying to make them fit, to make sense, but to do that u need to cut the pieces... happiness. is that what they call this? happiness. up and down like a rollercoaster coming off the tracks in the sky and then plummeting to the ground so fast theres no time to undestand that you're dying. pity. is that what they call this? pity. be

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Sep 6
United States
Deviant for 18 years
She / Her

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Favourite genre of music: rock, acoustic, powerpop, alternative, indie
Favourite cartoon character: Little Mermaid, Sailor Moon,

Favourite Visual Artist

John William Waterhouse, William Bouguereau

Favourite Movies

Sense and Sensibility, Underworld, Corpse Bride, Nightmare Before X-mas, Labyrinth(with David Bowie)

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Evanescence, Shaun Cassidy, Miyavi, Secondhand Serenade, Sha-Na-Na, The Wonders, Paramore, MercyMe,

Favourite Writers

William Shakespeare, Emily Dickinson, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Sarah Teasdale

Tools of the Trade

camera, film, pencil and paper

Other Interests

God!, photography, music, art and literature, manga, anime, Disney Princess movies, drawing,

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llamallamaredpajama

Mar 26, 2009

Wrong.

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Help, I have done it again I have been here many times before Hurt myself again today And, the worst part is there's no-one else to blame Be my friend Hold me, wrap me up Unfold me I am small and needy Warm me up And breathe me Ouch I have lost myself again Lost myself and I am nowhere to be found, Yeah I think that I might break Lost myself again and I feel unsafe Be my friend Hold me, wrap me up Unfold me I am small and needy Warm me up And breathe me Be my friend Hold me, wrap me up Unfold me I am small and needy Warm me up And breathe me I'm not really a child anymore, but sometimes I still feel very much like

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llamallamaredpajama

Feb 14, 2009

Psh. I can stand on my own two feet.

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I think that the hardest part of moving on is letting go of the hope you have that things might work out tomorrow. However, I decided that this is what I need to do. I'm not gonna lie, I still love the boy to death. But I've come to the conclusion that maybe this IS the best thing right now. For both of us. Hopefully. Because I don't think he's ready. And you know, in a way I'm not either. I kind of like the fact that I'm not tied down. I mean, it still hurts (a lot) but now I can make plans to do things that I couldn't do before. Like go to Poland. Which I really do plan on doing next year. Forrealz. I'm going to work everything out

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llamallamaredpajama

Jan 17, 2009

But only almost.

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I want to go to the beach. Right now. In the middle of winter. Hell, right now in the middle of the night. And I'll look at the moon over the water. And collect seashells. And I'll get some twine and tie them together. And I'll make something beautiful to hang around my bed. And whenever I'm sad I'll just have to look at it and see how beautiful it is. It will remind me that beauty is real, it still exists. And it will smell like the sea. And sometimes, I'll just close my eyes and pretend that I'm there. And everything will be perfect. Almost.