Remember that time that we went to that place and it was just so beautiful and we felt so cliche because every time we talk about it we smile and say how beautiful it was? Remember when we were happy, when we laughed and talked, when we would wake up still entangled, when we would giggle for no reason? Yeah, I don’t remember either.
I remember watching the sunrise with you behind the jack in the box.
And you, I remember eating reese’s puffs while stoned.
And, finally you. I remember trying to convince you that you weren’t a figment of someone else’s imagination.
I remember, and I’m not sorry for any of it.
The fifth of november. the gunpowder treason and plot.
remember the lies we told selling ourselves for pennies on the dollar.
remember jumping off that bridge?
i cant seem to remember what i lost.
remember when we used to walk along the sand. remember when i jumped when you reached to hold my hand. remember when when we watched the day fade into dusk. remember when seeing each other was a must. remember when i thought that you were a dream come true. i dont need to remember when because you are mine and i love you.
i remember things. i believe the memory of such things are the reason that we do anything in the first place. because having a good experience will allow you to have a great memory of it. so we do things in order to get the feelings of the great memory. becuse lets face it. everything seemsbetter when you look back on it.
remember that time we were kids and you sat me on the slide and kissed me? well I remember that. I loved it and have never gotten over it… but it has kept me from being able to be with anyone at this point in life. nothing compares to that feeling. nothing compares to the excitement of not knowing what life holds in store
eaxactly how i remember the old days, when fairies and drangon flies flew high above the withered trees. is complicated. I never know exactly how they flew, but their wings spread majestic shimmers throughout the night sky
I remember when life was simple…before I could drive, before I could make money, before I had to be responsible. I want to regress…..or be left alone. Remember me as a child…I was at my best.
To remember me or not. Who will remember me one day? My dad, mom, hubby, kid, friends?, co-workers? Aquaintances? I remember all, or that’s what I like to believe. My child remembers well – good memeory. or Stimulation?
I remember the look the night you lied. I remember the glint in your eye. No sorrow, no sadness, no regret, just the night in your eyes. You knew you were to be remembered..if even for a lie.
To remember is the feel memories. Having memories, if even happy, will eventually lead to sorry. It is not our sorrow that we love to recall..but the laughs.
I remember the last time I saw you, you were standing underneath the bridge with her. I could only watch. I was happy for you though; I really was. And no, I am not lying right now. I was happy for you.
Sometimes it is painful to remember.
Remembering her, for instance.
Remembering holding her, for instance.
Remembering holding her close, for instance.
Except then I remember that now
I have her forever.
And I won’t have to remember holding her
because I still can
not as close
but I still can
and to remember implies a loss
when
in truth
I have gained
I remember when I was a small child and I thought everyone had some big secret that they were keeping from me. It was horrible. I felt so left out. I remember feeling like I was all alone in the world, because I didn’t know that one secret. It was a very lonely time in my life.
sometimes i try to remember what it was like before i knew the things i know now, before i became the person i am now. The ideas and viewpoints i held just 4 years ago are so drastically different from the ones i hold now.
I remember one time when I was fifteen when I tried to remember as far back as I could. It wasn’t far, only about 8 or 10 years. Where do all our thoughts go when we forget?
I need to remember to call about my Birthcontrol. I may not be having sex, but you never know what may happen… I am kinda nervous, I am going for the one stuck in my arm… I hate needles… speaking of needes, I need to remember to call the tattoo guy.
I remember when I saw you for the first time. You were dancing amongst the other women, and you were the loudest chanter. It’s like you were the tribal goddess.
I remember telling you this after our first date, and I remember you remembering the dance. You told me that you were on drugs.
I remember many things. Things that don’t make sense. Things that bring tears and emotion. Things that just don’t seem to make sense. What makes one remember such? The audacity of some of these is unbearable. I remember wanting to be a romantic egotist. An egotist of the highest regard.
i remember a lot. I remember when i was little and things were bad i remember when i was happy when i was scared and when i was hurt. I remember my drerams a lot. they are very vivid and i remember a lot about them. i remember little things too. weird things. all kinda of weird things the things i remember are so silly most of the time but most people say they learn sometime from me everyday. that’s amazing and i don’t understand but its all because i remember sill things. lots of unless information. it’s pretty funny. i can’t believe that more people dont rememeber more. people always say they don’t remember what they dream or something. it’s funny becuase i remember all this shit. how silly.
i remember the circus but that clown didn’t scare me but however i embarrassed myself because i said to everyone my mom and dad never talk anymnore and that’s my stepdsad i was a little kid i didn’t know it was uncouth
I remember days of comfort. remembrance is to embrace the past, enjoy it and love it. it’s all you need to learn and enjoy your currency and past. forget forgetting, it’s time to remember everything.
the texture of a dead sround that reeks so hard. I miss that touching worthless place of crasssw thoughts and glares like feeling wrecked. The worst piddling thing that makes a work last the day, last a sun banked hard into the red.
tonight’s conversation with Maddie. That really sucked. Things are really going to change tomorrow. I’m not looking forward to it! I wonder what it’s gong to be like now. I wonder what it’s going to be like when she comes here. Why do these things have to be so hard?
My grandpa took us to a golf pro shop (us being my brother and I) when we were little because he didn’t know what else to do with us. It is one of my only memories of him. I miss him very much.
the time that i went to your house and you made me a smoothie? it was the best thing i’d ever tasted and i wish i could have it again. but that was before the accident. you dont make smoothies anymore, and i dont really come round anymore either. no matter though, i’ve got the memory.
Remember that time that we went to that place and it was just so beautiful and we felt so cliche because every time we talk about it we smile and say how beautiful it was? Remember when we were happy, when we laughed and talked, when we would wake up still entangled, when we would giggle for no reason? Yeah, I don’t remember either.
I remember watching the sunrise with you behind the jack in the box.
And you, I remember eating reese’s puffs while stoned.
And, finally you. I remember trying to convince you that you weren’t a figment of someone else’s imagination.
I remember, and I’m not sorry for any of it.
The fifth of november. the gunpowder treason and plot.
remember the lies we told selling ourselves for pennies on the dollar.
remember jumping off that bridge?
i cant seem to remember what i lost.
remember when we used to walk along the sand. remember when i jumped when you reached to hold my hand. remember when when we watched the day fade into dusk. remember when seeing each other was a must. remember when i thought that you were a dream come true. i dont need to remember when because you are mine and i love you.
i remember things. i believe the memory of such things are the reason that we do anything in the first place. because having a good experience will allow you to have a great memory of it. so we do things in order to get the feelings of the great memory. becuse lets face it. everything seemsbetter when you look back on it.
forgetful. Youth. Making lists. Age. My mother.
remember that time we were kids and you sat me on the slide and kissed me? well I remember that. I loved it and have never gotten over it… but it has kept me from being able to be with anyone at this point in life. nothing compares to that feeling. nothing compares to the excitement of not knowing what life holds in store
eaxactly how i remember the old days, when fairies and drangon flies flew high above the withered trees. is complicated. I never know exactly how they flew, but their wings spread majestic shimmers throughout the night sky
remember remember the fifth of november
this is a great news that one world does not exixt. which perhaps would have destroyed the weeker human and the stronger would be the ruler
I remember when life was simple…before I could drive, before I could make money, before I had to be responsible. I want to regress…..or be left alone. Remember me as a child…I was at my best.
To remember me or not. Who will remember me one day? My dad, mom, hubby, kid, friends?, co-workers? Aquaintances? I remember all, or that’s what I like to believe. My child remembers well – good memeory. or Stimulation?
the time we layed in the field together? it seemed infinite. at least the memory of it is…
when that guy got shot in the nuts by the cops in the parking lot of seven eleven wow i think thats why they call him one nut shawn now
I remember the look the night you lied. I remember the glint in your eye. No sorrow, no sadness, no regret, just the night in your eyes. You knew you were to be remembered..if even for a lie.
To remember is the feel memories. Having memories, if even happy, will eventually lead to sorry. It is not our sorrow that we love to recall..but the laughs.
I remember the last time I saw you, you were standing underneath the bridge with her. I could only watch. I was happy for you though; I really was. And no, I am not lying right now. I was happy for you.
Sometimes it is painful to remember.
Remembering her, for instance.
Remembering holding her, for instance.
Remembering holding her close, for instance.
Except then I remember that now
I have her forever.
And I won’t have to remember holding her
because I still can
not as close
but I still can
and to remember implies a loss
when
in truth
I have gained
I remember when I was a small child and I thought everyone had some big secret that they were keeping from me. It was horrible. I felt so left out. I remember feeling like I was all alone in the world, because I didn’t know that one secret. It was a very lonely time in my life.
sometimes i try to remember what it was like before i knew the things i know now, before i became the person i am now. The ideas and viewpoints i held just 4 years ago are so drastically different from the ones i hold now.
sh!t i just rememberd i have to shave my ass
I remember one time when I was fifteen when I tried to remember as far back as I could. It wasn’t far, only about 8 or 10 years. Where do all our thoughts go when we forget?
I remember when I used to be carefree, and I remember not appreciating it as much as I should have.
I need to remember to call about my Birthcontrol. I may not be having sex, but you never know what may happen… I am kinda nervous, I am going for the one stuck in my arm… I hate needles… speaking of needes, I need to remember to call the tattoo guy.
I remember when I saw you for the first time. You were dancing amongst the other women, and you were the loudest chanter. It’s like you were the tribal goddess.
I remember telling you this after our first date, and I remember you remembering the dance. You told me that you were on drugs.
remember, is a word with a lot of meanings and passions
I remember many things. Things that don’t make sense. Things that bring tears and emotion. Things that just don’t seem to make sense. What makes one remember such? The audacity of some of these is unbearable. I remember wanting to be a romantic egotist. An egotist of the highest regard.
i remember a lot. I remember when i was little and things were bad i remember when i was happy when i was scared and when i was hurt. I remember my drerams a lot. they are very vivid and i remember a lot about them. i remember little things too. weird things. all kinda of weird things the things i remember are so silly most of the time but most people say they learn sometime from me everyday. that’s amazing and i don’t understand but its all because i remember sill things. lots of unless information. it’s pretty funny. i can’t believe that more people dont rememeber more. people always say they don’t remember what they dream or something. it’s funny becuase i remember all this shit. how silly.
i remember emily darwin mittlemark making love to me tonight on the phone
i can’t remember things very well, because i did too much acid.
candy. All of the youthful memories unabashed by the conceitedness of adulthood. Given to me by my parents.
i remember the circus but that clown didn’t scare me but however i embarrassed myself because i said to everyone my mom and dad never talk anymnore and that’s my stepdsad i was a little kid i didn’t know it was uncouth
I remember days of comfort. remembrance is to embrace the past, enjoy it and love it. it’s all you need to learn and enjoy your currency and past. forget forgetting, it’s time to remember everything.
to wear a fucking condom. god. please. I’m sorry. It won’t happen again. Please just this once
the texture of a dead sround that reeks so hard. I miss that touching worthless place of crasssw thoughts and glares like feeling wrecked. The worst piddling thing that makes a work last the day, last a sun banked hard into the red.
tonight’s conversation with Maddie. That really sucked. Things are really going to change tomorrow. I’m not looking forward to it! I wonder what it’s gong to be like now. I wonder what it’s going to be like when she comes here. Why do these things have to be so hard?
remember when you used to be mine?
Remember the love we shared?
Well it’s all gone, thanks to you.
Remember all the times we shared?
The way I’d laugh at your jokes even when they weren’t funny?
Well stop remembering… it doesn’t mean a damn thing.
I never could touch those moments as well as when they happened. So memmory is but a pale comparison of the past.
My grandpa took us to a golf pro shop (us being my brother and I) when we were little because he didn’t know what else to do with us. It is one of my only memories of him. I miss him very much.
the time that i went to your house and you made me a smoothie? it was the best thing i’d ever tasted and i wish i could have it again. but that was before the accident. you dont make smoothies anymore, and i dont really come round anymore either. no matter though, i’ve got the memory.