[“It’s a strange world,” I murmured, more to myself than to the other native soul.] “The strangest,” he agreed.
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Stephenie Meyer, from The Host (thanks, hikaoru13)
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But see how fast the smoke rises - oh, even faster when we laugh, lifting our hopes, higher and higher.
Consider this a prayer, a foolish one.
12/31/11
i’m a terrible lush.
imbibing the worst of the worst,
day in, day down.
the moon, a simple lover,
in times when too much
is all i want;
and even then,
i search hard for her
glow betwixt the sticks,
the steels with their flagrant
copycat of her style.
love me for a little while
moon, but stay and watch
over me and my terrible
lust.