Posted by estranged_parts at 11:13 AM on August 1, 2006.
3 - 5 mugs of caffeine every morning to keep my heart beating, pumping blood into my veins, and get my ass off to start the day. to have enough kick to overcome the constriction of your fist against my cardiovascular muscle.
just like an old stuck up starter. filled with dust, dirt, and grime. konting kadyut pa.
i know it can kill me.
at least i'll blame the coffee.
not you.
Posted by estranged_parts at 02:08 PM on August 13, 2006.
"As you've learned by now, I'm rather skilled at hiding my feelings.
You see, the thing with feelings is they have
this quiet way of sneaking up on you when you least expect it.
You know what I mean?
Yeah.
Like with Liz.
Who would've thought, of all the women I've known...
...the one I let my guard down with delivers the knockout punch.
Ironic."
Bill Naughton - "Alfie"
Posted by estranged_parts at 12:05 AM on August 21, 2006.
breakups are like funerals.
the question "what happened?" rings in your eardrums for the nth time. the deeper your realtionship with the correspondent is, the more details you put in your story. follow up questions like "are you ok?" and "how are you coping?" are expected and you have a ready made answer of "i'm ok." or "i'm good."
the only difference between the two is that instead of coffee and biscuits, you'd rather have beer and sisig to accompany the long conversations.
but nobody died. only my heart did.
Posted by estranged_parts at 12:05 PM on August 27, 2006.
her eyes
speak
the saddest lines
Pablo Neruda
could write