Either, we had nothing at all in common anymore and haven't had an exchange in ages, o you have two journals and one of them is closed. That were the sole reasons for cutting.
and you'll always have paris those memories... if you don't wanna actively cut them, just filter your non-coms... into a: still reading, and never ever gonna read again, but too weak to cut :P
i'm listening to the horrors... and i've gotta say... it's actually quite nice... in a weird way... it's fun... the lyrics are absolute bullshit... but quite ridiculous fun...
Today I found a baby's glove Lying on the drainage board so still Yesterday a leather glove from the slim hand of a woman The next time I saw one it was lying half frozen and twisted on the kerb..and I...Now I have my own private collection All lined in rows when you open up the wardrobe doors Now I have no room for my obsession Lined up and labelled in neat little packets The next time I saw one it stuck inside my head and became all that I could think about I'll think twice before I pick it up this time Since I thought about what it had done and where it had been and who it had belonged to And I'll twice before I pick it up this time I thought about who it might have done and where it had come from and what it might have belonged to The next time I saw one I had that itching sensation but my hands stayed by my sides and I couldn't take it And through wax seals and padlocks... A hand through my ribcage Past the choking I saw palms and fingers grasping shoulders...collarbone...crushing I imagined myself hacking desperately at a sea of appendages, forward and right, freeing myself like a butcher, feeling the mash of bone and sinew running slowly down the front of my body... and I couldn't take it any more, I said, I've got to go, I've got to get out of here, and I ran down the street, I've got to get out of here, I've got to go..
it's such rubbish, but i love it... ima go hide in shame now,...
I know I personally post a million times a day, we don't talk directly, so I would NOT be offended if you took me off your flist, seriously. You don't have to worry about hurting my feelings if I was on the list to contemplate snipping. I enjoy your posts and that's why I'm here.
Hi dear, very nice LJ. Can I have a qestion? I wanna post a lot of images. Is possible to send all of them? Iknow just about the way when I have tu upload them..it´s so slow..Please help :)I admire your site.
Is this about livejournal? I handcode the images into livejkorunal and I have my own webspace. For previews I use photobucket, which I upload the images to one by one.
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I didn't cut many..I want to do more but then I cannot...cannot....
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And I actually cut people who hav two journals of that like..this is closed and I moved.
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paristhose memories... if you don't wanna actively cut them, just filter your non-coms... into a: still reading, and never ever gonna read again, but too weak to cut :Pwhy, yes, i am mean today...
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so, just cut... or make one of those "if you wanna stay on my flist-click here* polls...
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And actually. It's a highly incomplete list... derived from my old wishlist and what I realyl would love to listen right now.
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well... go to work then^^
i'm listening to the horrors... and i've gotta say... it's actually quite nice... in a weird way... it's fun... the lyrics are absolute bullshit... but quite ridiculous fun...
Today I found a baby's glove
Lying on the drainage board so still
Yesterday a leather glove from the slim hand of a woman
The next time I saw one it was lying half frozen and twisted on the kerb..and I...Now I have my own private collection
All lined in rows when you open up the wardrobe doors
Now I have no room for my obsession
Lined up and labelled in neat little packets
The next time I saw one it stuck inside my head and became all that I could think about
I'll think twice before I pick it up this time
Since I thought about what it had done and where it had been and who it had belonged to
And I'll twice before I pick it up this time
I thought about who it might have done and where it had come from and what it might have belonged to
The next time I saw one I had that itching sensation but my hands stayed by my sides and I couldn't take it
And through wax seals and padlocks... A hand through my ribcage
Past the choking I saw palms and fingers grasping shoulders...collarbone...crushing
I imagined myself hacking desperately at a sea of appendages, forward and right, freeing myself like a butcher, feeling the mash of bone and sinew running slowly down the front of my body... and I couldn't take it any more, I said, I've got to go, I've got to get out of here, and I ran down the street, I've got to get out of here, I've got to go..
it's such rubbish, but i love it... ima go hide in shame now,...
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and that is disturbing.
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and that is disturbing.
and you didn't even hear it!
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You didn't cut me, that makes me insanely happy :)
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I know I personally post a million times a day, we don't talk directly, so I would NOT be offended if you took me off your flist, seriously. You don't have to worry about hurting my feelings if I was on the list to contemplate snipping. I enjoy your posts and that's why I'm here.
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livejournal
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Is this about livejournal? I handcode the images into livejkorunal and I have my own webspace. For previews I use photobucket, which I upload the images to one by one.