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She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
I don't like her because she won't like me
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
Say Anything
I don't think I was rude to her, just cold and curt
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
beauty is invented, but it is also personified, and I know this because I have met her
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
Just because I'm nice to her doesn't mean I want to fuck her
she gave her heart to a falling star
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
No one says anything important during the day
Susan Goldman, who has cervical cancer, is partly thankful as she braces herself but changes her mind as she's sprayed with burning jet fuel.
Because, you think, Maybe They Are Delicious.
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
A smiley can make anything you say seem nice
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
remember when computers couldn't walk?
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
she doesn't write, doesn't tell you stories, but somehow it's her words that spring to mind at those crucial, terrifying moments, and for that you are eternally grateful
Do Make Say Think
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
Never trust anything that can think for itself
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
If you don't have anything to say, don't say anything
she lit her thumb on fire
She couldn't imagine that he liked dancing
death i think is no parenthesis
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
Alice without opening her eyes says You have to stop crying you are shaking the bed.
The Long Walk and the Bataan Death March
When the seagulls follow the trawler, it is because they think sardines will be thrown into the sea.
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
I still can't think of anything, or how Fight Club changed my life
At night, her eyes closed, she would
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
I say yes, because I believe in sailboats
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
She asked me to read her a poem
No one asks me if I'm a Satanist or anything because I take the precaution of wearing a predominantly flannel and hawaiian shirt-oriented wardrobe
She practices her speech
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
She always confused her greys with white.
Because I've never been able to make anything beautiful
What, she cannot say
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
She keeps her lies everywhere
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
She had incongruity for breakfast because she felt like it
What people talk about when they can't think of anything to talk about
I met Death face to face, and I mocked her!
you make me think of death
she couldn’t go and be beautiful
Let's hear that string part again, because I don't think they heard it
I don't think of her
She asked me to stop dreaming of death
Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil -- for tonight I have broken my own heart, and my soul is too empty to be afraid.
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
What do girls think about guys when they catch guys staring at their breasts, but the guy is actually trying to read her shirt?
I think I've forgiven her
Death Becomes Her
Because I couldn't
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
No one learned anything, because there was nothing to learn.
I dream that I walk with her
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
The portion of her face she allows me to see
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
she had already found her party
Anything you say can and will be used against you. (e2poll)
A woman will do anything if she loves you.
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
I don't think I would want to date her now, anyway
because death is just so full, and man so small
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
confusion in her eyes that says it all
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
I walked for a thousand miles to hear her laugh, then serenaded her in a field of fireflies.
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
The music in my head is too loud to think about anything but you
She knows no truth except her own.
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
7 things to say to a girl to make her fall in love with you
why I think I can't do anything
I still can't think of anything about Fight Club that changed my life
I don't think that there's anything worse than being ordinary.
It is safe to say that I'm going to get my payback if he is anything like me.
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
She is a night of dark trees, but he who is not afraid of her darkness will find banks full of roses under her cypresses
She told me to say that
What she didn't say
He says she says
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
Because, perhaps she was cold
if you don't have anything nice to say, a rose still smells as sweet
Just because she's nice to you doesn't mean she wants to fuck you
I can't say anything to you.
Death is the saddest thing in the world, because life is the most beautiful
Listen to me, because I am in the soapbox. This is the voice of the soapbox. I am calling to you. Do you hear the sounds of my soaply siren song? My syntactically sweet strumming along to sequential sequestrations of symmetrically snakey st
Because she is unchanging, you are crazy
I told her I couldn't sleep
Her Headlights Illuminated a Death
I disapprove of what you say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it
I shiver because I think you make my bones glow.
Just because I say Happy Hanukkah doesn't mean I'm Jewish
She had eyes like the Blue Screen of Death
when you walk with death
Say that turning a teenage girl to stone is depriving the world of her
The Nymph Complaining for the Death of her Faun
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
She thought about giving him her heart
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
Death Walks Behind You
Say anything, say nothing. The day is beckoning and the night is haunting
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
never say anything you do not understand. you will quickly find the path to truth.
In a quiet grove of pines under a frosty sky, he helped her out of the sack. She wore severe white hospital pajamas and was beautiful.
I think I fell in love with her right then and right there
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
Lucy Thinks Ricky Is Trying to Murder Her
She was never mine. I always shared her.
Couldn't you have named it anything else
We pander to each other because we love each other so much and we'd do anything to keep each other and it's made us sensitive and it's fucking killing us all.
serene. She sips her tea
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
She always was devious in her beauty
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
the way she wears her weary
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
Because I could not Stop for Death
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
She Will Have Her Way
Because I say so
It is her name that I think of when I think about being in love.
does she need to touch her own face to know?
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
She flies with her own wings
If You See Her, Say Hello
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
i kissed her one last time, then walked out of her life forever
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
When I look into her eyes, I no longer care about what the world thinks. This is what it feels like to be alive.
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room

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