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Name: Tara
Gender: Female
Interests: if it involves living your life, i'm interested. i love God and my friends. i enjoy trying to be fashionable, doing anything active, cooking, photography, and laughing. i also like reading, a lot. rarely do i not want to be camping or hiking or kayaking or other things along those lines.
Expertise: yoga
Occupation: Student
Industry: Engineering
Message: message me
Member Since:
5/5/2005
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| "too many shadows in my room
too many hours in this midnight
too many corners in my mind
so much to do to set my heart right
oh it's taking so long i could be wrong, i could be ready
oh but if I take my heart's advice
i should assume it's still unsteady
i am in repair, i am in repair
stood on the corner for a while
to wait for the wind to blow down on me
hoping it takes with it my old ways
and brings some brand new luck upon me
oh it's taking so long i could be wrong, i could be ready
oh but if I take my heart's advice
i should assume it's still unsteady
i am in repair, i am in repair
and now i'm walking in the park
all of the birds they dance below me
maybe when things turn green again
it will be good to say you know me
oh it's taking so long i could be wrong, i could be ready
oh but if i take my heart's advice
i should assume it's still unsteady
oh i'm never really ready..."
john mayer could quite possibly be the best lyricist, ever. that's right, i said it.
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| "The rose did caper on her cheek,
Her bodice rose and fell,
Her pretty speech, like drunken men,
Did stagger pitiful.
Her fingers fumbled at her work, --
Her needle would not go;
What ailed so smart a little maid
It puzzled me to know,
Till opposite I spied a cheek
That bore another rose;
Just opposite, another speech
That like the drunkard goes;
A vest that, like the bodice, danced
To the immortal tune, --
Till those two troubled little clocks
Ticked softly into one."
Emily Dickinson
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| i think i am going to divide my attentions between here and this site http://thebeautifuldiscord.blogspot.com so you should check it out if you want to find the good stuff... well i suppose just stuff.
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| when did the words fade? when did they lose their robustness, full of meaning and truth? | | |
| "Missing You like crazy
I feel a million miles away
A part of me is empty
That no one could replace
So I'll run to You despite the shame
And leave it all behind
On my way home
On my way home
I'm running back to You
How could You ever love me
When I didn't love myself?
When my brokenness consumed me
And everyone just walked away
You took me by the hand
All those years without You here
A life with so much pain
And on my own, I've tried to change
I'm simply lost without You
I'm tearing down the walls
The walls that kept me here so long
I'm tearing down the walls."
-- Seventh Day Slumber "On My Way Home"
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