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so alone, so sad
reflecting, reminishing
somebody please
lend me your heart

» Posted By lyra On 04.29.2014 @ 7:03 pm


i like to mope and read books

» Posted By Lyra On 03.19.2014 @ 6:05 pm

a man and his horse jumped over the stack of hay. it wasn’t impressive. it didn’t impress me. it just caught me, and that’s hard to do. there’s something about that man, or maybe even that horse, that just seemed out of place. like a diamond in the rough, but not in that cliched way.

» Posted By Lyra On 03.19.2014 @ 6:04 pm


Tangible; impressionable – infuriating. The loss of all other things in the search for it; the loss of it, the most terrible thing there is. Wonderful to possess, but when it is gone…
When it is gone.

» Posted By Lyra On 06.27.2013 @ 3:33 am


There are so many towers in Hong Kong. They are skyscrapers, reaching up for the sky and touching the clouds. When I was younger, I thought some of them were so tall, probably because I was so small. I was so afraid of falling off of them. Now that I’m growing, they don’t seem tall to me anymore. I know I won’t fall off of them.

» Posted By Lyra On 09.11.2012 @ 3:54 pm


There is only one and in as many counts as it has i have words, spaces, times. This is the measure through which we measure the rest of our days. There is only one and in as many times as it is present we are counting the precious stones in our hands. Hold them tight.

» Posted By Lyra On 06.23.2012 @ 7:26 am


“Shit,” Jack muttered. “Why are we even here? This is never going to work.” Mary elbowed him sharply.
“We have to try! Would you rather they knock our apartment down?”

» Posted By Lyra On 03.13.2012 @ 4:11 pm


statues purple ar quebec artifacts night at the museum smithsonian security guard,”sometimes he moves…” “aw man he switched places again!” war “i teach them to walk again”

» Posted By Lyra On 11.26.2011 @ 6:40 pm


The lock on the cupboard door would forever haunt him.

He’d see it walking to the kitchen, to the bathroom, and up the stairs to his room again, ten or twenty times a day. It always reminded him of the days in this cupboard, of the painful hour of being alone in the dark and oh-so-hungry. It reminded him and he didn’t want to be reminded. But despite being one of the most haunting things in the house, it also was a simple reminder of something positive: No matter how bad things were at the moment, it could always be worse.

As it had been.

» Posted By Lyra On 08.06.2011 @ 7:59 am


It started out with a crush. Stupid really, but then I learned you liked me too. Things were great for a really long time. I thought things would last forever with you but I think I might be wrong. Why do I keep hoping things will get better, when know they won’t?

» Posted By Lyra On 06.28.2011 @ 7:08 pm


Dry heat, thirst unbearable. Wet, water quenches. Drips to drenched. Satisfied.

» Posted By Lyra On 04.10.2011 @ 6:36 pm


i hate schoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooool
i always make schedules though lately. helps me organize. i used to like being all spontaneous and doing things on a whim, but it seems like i’m being more structured and organized. i dunno if that’s a good thing at all.

» Posted By Lyra On 09.28.2010 @ 4:07 pm


dunno anything about jazz music. the jazz age was interesting. it’s like everyone thought the world was going to hell… well, what would they think about the world today? it’s even worse, yet people are still getting along just fine.

» Posted By Lyra On 09.27.2010 @ 4:05 pm


Plus, i have about a thousand things to do today. Plus, i’m not dressed appropriately. Plus, I hate you and would never go out with you in a million years. There are about a million plus things more I could say to this jerk, but honestly why do I care? Why should I give him the satisfaction.

» Posted By Lyra On 05.25.2008 @ 9:09 am

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