Member Since: 10/30/08
Membership status: Member
Bio:
I am Clumsy, Cynical, and Sarcastic. I am Overprotective, and Lazy. I Care too much, and Worry too much. I am Afraid of a lot, and what I am Afraid of, tends to control me. Sometimes, I tend to overlook the obvious in people.. I am very insecure, & I despise hypocrites and liars.
People have scars, in all sorts of unexpected places. Like secret road maps of their personal histories. Like diagrams of all their old wounds. Most wounds heal, leaving nothing but a scar. But some of them don't. Some wounds we carry with us everywhere, and though the cut's long gone, the pain still lingers.
I'm the type of girl who will go up to you and ask for your hand, draw a line across it and explain that it's a big river, and the bunny on the other side really needs to get on the other side. I'd then ask how would the bunny get across. And when you finally give up, i'll give you my puppy eyes and say that there never was a bunny. I just wanted to hold your hand.
There are some things i'll never understand. I'll never understand the goosebumps i get when first stepping into hot water. I'll never understand the dreams i have with strangers in them, people i've never met or seen before. I'll never understand how a person can keep going back to the ones who hurt them. But what i do understand, is that once we actually understand all of that, the world looses its shine.
Curiosity killed the cat, but the car had nine lives.
Membership status: Member
Bio:
I am Clumsy, Cynical, and Sarcastic. I am Overprotective, and Lazy. I Care too much, and Worry too much. I am Afraid of a lot, and what I am Afraid of, tends to control me. Sometimes, I tend to overlook the obvious in people.. I am very insecure, & I despise hypocrites and liars.
People have scars, in all sorts of unexpected places. Like secret road maps of their personal histories. Like diagrams of all their old wounds. Most wounds heal, leaving nothing but a scar. But some of them don't. Some wounds we carry with us everywhere, and though the cut's long gone, the pain still lingers.
I'm the type of girl who will go up to you and ask for your hand, draw a line across it and explain that it's a big river, and the bunny on the other side really needs to get on the other side. I'd then ask how would the bunny get across. And when you finally give up, i'll give you my puppy eyes and say that there never was a bunny. I just wanted to hold your hand.
There are some things i'll never understand. I'll never understand the goosebumps i get when first stepping into hot water. I'll never understand the dreams i have with strangers in them, people i've never met or seen before. I'll never understand how a person can keep going back to the ones who hurt them. But what i do understand, is that once we actually understand all of that, the world looses its shine.
Curiosity killed the cat, but the car had nine lives.
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