vibrating strings

you can't take a picture of this. it's already gone.

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I no longer believed in the idea of soul mates, or love at first sight. But I was beginning to believe that a very few times in your life, if you were lucky, you might meet someone who was exactly right for you. Not because he was perfect, or because you were, but because your combined flaws were arranged in a way that allowed two separate beings to hinge together.

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Michael: Mom, what are you doing here? Lucille: Oh, hello, Buster. Here’s a candy bar [takes it back]. No, I’m withholding it. Look at me, “getting off”.

Michael: Mom, what are you doing here?

Lucille: Oh, hello, Buster. Here’s a candy bar [takes it back]. No, I’m withholding it. Look at me, “getting off”.

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Saw the gap again today
While you were begging me to stay
Take care not to make me enter
If i do we both may disappear

I will choke until I swallow…
Choke this infant here before me.
What is this but my reflection?
Who am I to judge and strike you down?

But you’re
Pushing and shoving me.
You still love me and you pushit on me.

Rest your trigger on my finger,
bang my head upon the fault line.
Take care not to make me enter.
‘cause if I do we both may disappear.

But you’re pushing me,
Shoving me. Pushit on me.

Slipping back into the gap again.
I’m alive when you’re touching me,
Alive when you’re shoving me down.

But i’d trade it all
For just a little bit of
Peace of mind.

Put me somewhere I don’t wanna be.
Seeing someplace I don’t wanna see.
Never wanna see that place again.

Saw that gap again today
As you were begging me to stay.
Managed to push myself away,
And you, as well.

If, when I say I may fade like a sigh if I stay,
You minimize my movement anyway,
I must persuade you another way.

There’s no love in fear.

Staring down the hole again.
Hands upon my back again.
Survival is my only friend.
Terrified of what may come.

Just remember I will always love you,
Even as I tear your fucking throat away.
But it will end no other way.

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how much love can we give?
and how much love can we take?
how much love is enough?
would we build it if we knew it would break?

the more love that you feel the more your little heart will ache.
love’s the only thing that carries on; it’s the only thing this world can’t take.

jack johnson, from the clouds

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