04-05-2018, 12:28 AM
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you shine [div style="text-shadow: 1px 1px #7B5E5C, 1px -1px #A7959B, -1px 1px #7B5E5C, -1px -1px #A89E95;"]like the stars
[justify]analytical, because the charming ones always are. he doesn't offer smiles like candy but like a phone number, on a slip of paper slid over the table, scrawled in grubby dying marker on the soft flesh of your arm, every inch coy and every mile a monster. secretive, because the beguiling ones always are. he doesn't do well with those that are too honest; it's games he has a penchant for, and he has a doctorate for stringing people by the nose but there's no satisfaction on it. smart, because that's what no one thinks the frivolous ones are. you can't imagine a whole world filled with this type of person. maybe they'd all get caught up in one-upping one another, or maybe the entire human race would die out because none of them could stand breathing the same air as each other, or maybe you wouldn't be able to turn any corner because they know themselves so intensely that to dig into the psyche is like self-flagellation, and to know each other is just like looking into a mirror. but the world is filled with people like this. not exactly like this; not always with the charm, the patience, the acute awareness of being evaluated, all the time, but something like this. just the wrong amount of ugly, the obscene amount of beautiful, haphazard wit, whatever you can call the self-reflexive satisfaction of generating sparks in other people. laughter, insult. people are so often one and the same, and yet we're always so hard to understand. he doesn't understand that, but he doesn't pretend to. people try to understand him instead, and he pulls them in with long leisurely tugs of the rope that looks to them like a fine slice of acceptance he hasn't given anyone else before.[/justify]
you light up my heart
you shine [div style="text-shadow: 1px 1px #7B5E5C, 1px -1px #A7959B, -1px 1px #7B5E5C, -1px -1px #A89E95;"]like the stars
[justify]analytical, because the charming ones always are. he doesn't offer smiles like candy but like a phone number, on a slip of paper slid over the table, scrawled in grubby dying marker on the soft flesh of your arm, every inch coy and every mile a monster. secretive, because the beguiling ones always are. he doesn't do well with those that are too honest; it's games he has a penchant for, and he has a doctorate for stringing people by the nose but there's no satisfaction on it. smart, because that's what no one thinks the frivolous ones are. you can't imagine a whole world filled with this type of person. maybe they'd all get caught up in one-upping one another, or maybe the entire human race would die out because none of them could stand breathing the same air as each other, or maybe you wouldn't be able to turn any corner because they know themselves so intensely that to dig into the psyche is like self-flagellation, and to know each other is just like looking into a mirror. but the world is filled with people like this. not exactly like this; not always with the charm, the patience, the acute awareness of being evaluated, all the time, but something like this. just the wrong amount of ugly, the obscene amount of beautiful, haphazard wit, whatever you can call the self-reflexive satisfaction of generating sparks in other people. laughter, insult. people are so often one and the same, and yet we're always so hard to understand. he doesn't understand that, but he doesn't pretend to. people try to understand him instead, and he pulls them in with long leisurely tugs of the rope that looks to them like a fine slice of acceptance he hasn't given anyone else before.[/justify]
you light up my heart