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romantic
I have a pretty hollywood perception of romantic. I think romance and I immediately think of red roses and running through airports but I'm not gonna lie, if the bitch is leaving I'm not risking getting put on the no-fly list for her sake.
convinced
I am convinced that getting back into writing is the wisest thing for me to do; no more long hours staring at my computer screen hoping for entertainment in the form of internet cats or videos. I could re-enter the kingdom to which I have the keys.
station
I drove down to the train station. I had no bags, no luggage, no destination. I sat for a while, staring at the people around me. Lovers kissing passionately for the last time in who knows how long, parents hugging children, and me, jumping on the tracks.
rise
Rise to fame: Expression, meaning to achieve your dreams and be recognized largely for it, not recording a shit song and becoming infamous for it. Looking at you, Rebecca Black.
forgetting
Forgetting is a blessing, Forgetting is a curse, It really could be any, But mostly, it's the worst.
forgetting
I keep forgetting beautiful things about my past; whether it be about my recent past, or my childhood. What is most tragic is that I'm forgetting past love. Can I remember the feel of her lips on mine? No, I'm slowly forgetting, remembering only the ensuing heartache.
painted
The man’s face was painted in a manner reminiscent of a clown, but not one of children’s parties. One of nightmares. He stared through my window in the middle of the night and I shuddered to think his would be the last face I see.