the panic button

silence between the footsteps"I just don't know who I am anymore," he says, avoiding my kiss. My lips hit the side of his mouth, the area he always smiled from. His grin used to start at the corner of his lips and spread outward, but lately he doesn’t smile at all. He is all frowns and confusion now. I sigh because I have no way to help him; I’m unable to solve his problems, help him figure out who he is. I sigh because all I want is to be held by him but I can tell that he is miles away. I answer in a whisper into his ear. My chapped lips capture his earlobe for a minute and, like always, I’m surprised to discover how soft his skin is. "You're yosilence between the footsteps
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There's no substitution for the real thing.
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-/*[ dream with me ]-//<
saludos
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POP es amor , POP is love , POP est amour
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iko.
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"It's love of money, not the market," he said, "that those fuckers push on you."
sup.
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"Webster was much possesed by death and saw the skull beneath the skin;
And breastless creatures under ground leaned backward with a lipless grin,"
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Its like bringing a knife to a gunfight.
"What are you lookin' at?? [link] "
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My signature piece
your photos are awesome.
what camera do you use
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a man destined to hang will never drown
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Seems like I've been here before.
Seems so familiar.
Seems like I'm slipping
into a dream within a dream.
Must be the way you whisper.
on No other way
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and then
thank you for the fave
and a very nice gallery you have here
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SABRINA; i've learned to retreat at the first sign of danger. i mean, why wait around if it's just to surrender?
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