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gyrations of july
{cheesy stuff, I know}
a mix for the ambiguously ambivalent ambisexuals out there.
01. Just Impolite – Plushgun
02. stay (just a little bit more) – The Do
03. Fuck Friend (CSS) – Bitchee Bitchee Ya Ya Ya
04. Miniature Disasters (acoustic) – KT Tunstall
05. The Rose & Her Prince – Heartsrevolution
06. Broken (Fairy Lights Mix) – Late of the Pier
07. Button – Shugo Tokumaru
08. My Only Offer – Mates of State
09. Something Good Can Work – Two Door Cinema Club
10. Strangers in the Wind – Cut Copy
11. cuddle fuddle – Passion Pit
12. The Best Revenge – Fischerspooner
13. Same Outfit – PlayRadioPlay!
14. Recommendation – Mirah
15. Let Me Kiss You (And I’ll Fade Away) – Plushgun
16. Dance Anthem of the 80s – Regina Spektor
17. Let’s Talk Turkey – Ima Robot
18. queen dot kong – The Do
19. My Mirror Speaks – Death Cab for Cutie
20. Swimming Pool – The Submarines
21. What New York Used to Be – The Kills
22. Don’t Let Me Fall – Lenka
23. I am a Pirate,You are a Princess – PlayRadioPlay!
24. song for lovers – The Do
♡CLICK ME♡

1. Sleeping over at Mon-Lai's last night. It was brilliant.
2. Eating nabeyaki udon at Osho's tonight with Mommy and Cicijiejie (and Daddy).
3. Going shopping at Melrose with Cicijiejie and going to Liucia for the first time.
4. Saying good-bye to Pronoy. Hanging out with him twice. Comfortable companionship now.
5. Boba-ing with Mon-Lai, Matt, and Henry.
6. Crying with Jon during Up
7. Watching cross-dressing clips with Karen while Henry and Henry talked shop about electronics.
8. Hugging my mommy to sleep.
9. Drinking good boba, all the time.
10. Angsting over Ryo.
{A rude reminder that I am not invincible & that I have not grown up}
[But I want to say that it's his fault. I was perfectly happy mooning after Sho before he messed it all up.]

Time does not bring relief; you all have lied
Who told me time would ease me of my pain!
I miss him in the weeping of the rain;
I want him at the shrinking of the tide;
The old snows melt from every mountain-side,
And last year's leaves are smoke in every lane;
But last year's bitter loving must remain
Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide!

There are a hundred places where I fear
To go, - so with his memory they brim!
And entering with relief some quiet place
Where never fell his foot or shone his face.
I say, "There is no memory of him here!"
And so stand stricken, so remembering him!

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Note: I'm just indulging a bit because I am tired.

( THE AM LIT FINAL IS GONNA... )
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHHAHA.

sorry for the vulgarity. :D

how the hell did i write 34 pages in one weekend freshman year? I WAS GOD. I WAS GOD. WHAT HAPPENED.
oh wait. nevermind. that never fucking happened.

AHAHAHHAAH

*i'm even getting the components of metaphors mixed up bahbahbah


MOTHERFUCKING NOT DONE. SHIT.