Comments Posted By imchele
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Concern builds as deadlines loom.
» Posted By imchele On 09.19.2011 @ 8:28 am
If I had wings I wouldn’t have to deal with my failure to limp properly because of my awkwardly heightened proprioception that makes even regular walking a bit awkward.
» Posted By imchele On 07.31.2011 @ 1:55 pm
Her beauty is violent – stealing my breath and knocking me off my feet.
» Posted By imchele On 07.21.2011 @ 5:23 am
If I had a megaphone to tell the world just one thing, I would tell them the truest sentence I know: Life is an extremely different proposition when you’re going through some shit without a best friend in the world.
» Posted By imchele On 07.20.2011 @ 7:31 am
As a lesbian, my favorite kind of trophy is a really hott straight girl.
» Posted By imchele On 07.19.2011 @ 9:14 am
My own personal heaven exists as having music filling one ear and the sounds of breaking sticks and moving rocks filling the other ear as I run through my desolate trails feeling completely at one with nature and the universe.
» Posted By imchele On 07.17.2011 @ 4:26 pm
Our flirtations were growing and still I remain too awkward to stare at anything other than your cigarette while you try to initiate your unreasonably long bouts of eye contact.
» Posted By imchele On 07.16.2011 @ 6:15 pm
I thought of love as a virus for my next novel but didn’t consider love as a plague or turning into one. But it’s almost fitting.
» Posted By imchele On 07.13.2011 @ 11:06 am
I had been alone for awhile, but this was the last straw; loneliness has started to hurt.
» Posted By imchele On 07.12.2011 @ 10:23 am
Does death change things? Is it only a death causing me to still see her walking everywhere down the street, nearly causing traffic accidents as I crane my neck just to make sure it really isn’t her.
» Posted By imchele On 07.03.2011 @ 9:08 pm
It’s given me four reasons and I’ve given it almost six years. Everyone always wants something in return.
» Posted By imchele On 07.02.2011 @ 7:48 pm
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I’ve transferred my grief for her onto a chalkboard where I peruse it and lose; gain it and erase it.
» Posted By imchele On 06.05.2011 @ 10:06 am