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Existentialism is that girlfriend who cheated on you. Postmodernism is who she was with.
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
Fast-talking career gal who thought she was one of the boys
She was thinking of a boy in California who had a couch and a job
I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
She was too beautiful to be human
To a girl who thought she was moving away
she couldn’t go and be beautiful
The House on the Island Where She Was Born
When she was bad
I really came to understand that they were just real people who wanted to live real lives and be treated equally as opposed to, for example, wanting to destroy us.
She was steady
If she really wanted to fit in, she'd get a smaller dog.
She didn't know what outside was anymore.
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
She who makes the Moon the Moon and, whenever she is full, sets the dogs to howling all night long, and me with them.
she can't remember what it's like to be found
Once upon a time, I imagined she would be a river
She was free
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
Why is she really here?
She really does want to clap along, but at the same time she doesn't want to let the bird get out.
piano outside in the snow. and she was spinning
I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
She may be pretty and have more money than me but she doesn't write songs about you.
She was never mine. I always shared her.
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
She was so pleased to learn that she was right
she was waylaid by an octopus
she can scream so loud you'll be looking for your ears on the floor
she was once a stealthy ghostship in the fog, now she shines wherever she walks
She was the cutest necromancer I ever did see
Each thing she learned became part of herself, to be used over and over in new adventures
She claims nothing's wrong
"He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
She was buttery. She was asking for it. She was delicious. Let's all give in.
A tentative laugh, she expected to be interrupted
She was cilantro, jalapeño, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
Who am I to critique that which she is?
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
She teaches a night class. Psychology 100, to be precise.
She must be what cocaine is like
The flowers smiled, but she was gone
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
She was like a candle in the wind: unreliable
The Abridged Edition: She was to one side, he was to the other, an untested bridge between them
She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
I was tired. It was late. She was Russian.
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.
It's too bad she won't live. But then again, who does?
Outside the train station she was the only person wearing an Orange raincoat and a look of surprise
He was an ant on an ill-defined mission. She was the trapdoor spider of love.
God is a pretty girl across the bar who smiles and waves in your direction; and you think she is waving at you
Because, perhaps she was cold
She Had to Be Sure
she was just the dry smell of gasoline
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
She was cilantro, jalepeno, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
She was so tall, and I was so in love
For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
Is she really going out with him?
There's a sign on the wall. But she wants to be sure. Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
She doesn't really want a nice guy
She moved so easily all I could think of was sunlight
She Who Is
play dumb
He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
What the hell was she thinking?
If she were an insect, she'd be a moth in search of a flame
She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
She Who Holds the Sky
Jessica, too tall but still lovely, was not sure she would or should drop the whale
She was a Surrealist Woman, She was like a Figure in a Dream
She was the seed of a strange tomorrow
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
She probably thought your first language was English; your real first language was Joyce
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
someday, when she will think back upon the time when she was as yet undishonored
She was pain and pleasure all at once, wrapped up in needles and Ramones T-shirts
If you meet a strange, confident woman, she may well be a witch
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
She tells stories as if she knows what the ending will be.
She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
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.
Any woman who thinks she is pro-life should ask herself
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
She always was devious in her beauty
She dreamt she was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty field
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
She could be a businesswoman
She is and was
All the things she had at one point wanted to be
She knew what she was doing
She was coming out as he was going in.
It will be a love story ... for she will be my heroine for all time
She Was 18, It Was Summer
She didn't write like Emily Dickinson, but she did live in a house overlooking a cemetery, and I guess he thought that was important.
She was feminine in the most displaced sense I had ever seen, a known quality refracted through stained glass windows.
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
When she shouts BE QUIET THE NEIGHBORS WILL HEAR IF YOU'RE NOT QUIET
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 who abandons does not return
Besides the part where she was the only one
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
She was locked in time
It must be morning when she dreams.
she is the sort of woman who, when put to the magnifying glass, refused to burn
And when she came back she was nobody's wife
Surah 60 She that is to be Examined
She was very beautiful. Y'know?
Foam on the tide is no more or less real than the sea, it simply is, was, will be
i want to know you. who you really are.
It's really very silly, I was thinking, they are all acting so weird
Of course the inmates are running the asylum, who else would be crazy enough?
Wearing waterproof mascara for goodbyes should be a given, really.
You are looking for someone who does not want to be found. Even if you find them it will not be a success.
The Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne
She approached me with some vague line
That's all she wrote
Be careful who lasers your hoohoo
I was hit by a train that doesn't really exist
the horrible gift was really quite right
One of the dangers of necromancy is you don't really know who's on the other side or what they're going to give you in return.
I wish when I closed a book I could set it on the shelf and know it was really over
Seems I might have stolen the blue part of her rainbow, but all I really did was make it bigger, a way bigger blue
he/she
When someone was willing to drown with me, I really didn't want to drown anymore
She pulled the "I love you" on me
She stopped and took a second look
Still she cried, and still the world pursues
the god that can be killed was never god in the first place
nor was there anything to be attained that you didn't already have
Are we really all that we chalk ourselves up to be?
Sex with my sister was always really, really good
Was the Black Death really just Anthrax?
Adam really was the first man
It was really hot, in a Silent Hill kind of way
Five minutes after falling off the cliff, I realized how high it really was
did i really change the way you think about everything? was it the chemicals in your brain?
What seemed like tenderness was really weakness
My father's secret life was never meant to be secret
she
She Walks in Beauty
She said
I really miss the woman who told me that people don't like me
She sells sea shells
What She Said
Sex with my accountant was always really, really efficient
It was something that sang out while burning itself up, at the risk that nothing would be left.
can it be that it was all so simple then
there are people who are gone but wanted me to be happy
I was supposed to be dead when this picture was taken
Do you really want Alexa to be hearing this
Inability to decide on what your morals and values should be
Claiming to think of an individual of the opposite sex as a sibling
I'm starting to think the secret is to NOT be rich and prosperous. To be 'unsuccessful' (depending on who you ask)
It was something that sand out while burning itself up, at the risk that nothing would be left.
Why Socrates was really executed
Who you really are
they tell you to be your true self. to never give up on who you are. they don't know who i am.
It's hard to be enthusiastic about music with someone who physically sneered at Hamilton
I Was the Girl You Were Told Not to Be

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