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Name: Huy
Gender: Male
Interests: You, last resorts, making out, clear static, reading porno, gasoline rainbows, solitaire for two, Jones, early mornings, fair-weather romances, pretty lines, dark eyes, still motion, alcohol, rainshine, mixtapes, leavings, photography, coffee at ten, Fred Meyer's, love, flings, winter chills, fresh excuses, cursive, SG, distance, train wrecks, bus rides, burning bridges, cold pizza, The Spray, brown eyes, first base, sympathy, Turkish Royals, protein, do overs, short stories long, Found, firecrackers, sushi, dim sum, pillow talk, postcards, concrete on water, long walks, phones, my bed, suburbia, close calls and pit falls.
Expertise: Wasting my breath (and your air), lying in bed, falling short on high jumps, spooning lawns, being a pusha', filling you with the worst intent, letters, antiques, SNES, DS, one-handed claps, seperated connections, those endless chords on the acoustic, subtlety, late nights, catharsis, falling off the stairs in one story apartments, the song title game, smut, Halo, hiding behind glass, dropping things up, writing the wrong, night driving, keeping bad timing constant, yearlong seasonal depression, and selling my lower self.
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AIM:  thewinterleaves
Member Since:
1/1/2005
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Happy Snow Day/Valentine's Day.
--Huy, because there's always next year
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I'm happy.
--Huy
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| I refuse to acknowledge such a thing as moderation. I fear my skin now.
I wanna put my name next to yours. I fear myself still. It's week's end
and weekend's ending soon. I made it home and they still believe
there's no God. He had to pick me up because I blacked out after the
corner and woke up. The "best" bed, green sheets, your hoodie, fuck it.
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"Happy New Year by Arco"
January sky like a slate wiped clean
And stillness of air where nothing has been
Wait for your word as if to say
Another last chance lives from today
Happy New Year - the world just keeps turning
Day into night, night into day
Holding on tight, millions all hoping
Something like love will light up the way
Dying for change, but the feeling won't last
Summer will come and be over too fast
Grow into sun, fade into rain
A miniature life to live over again
Happy New Year - the world just keeps going
Tumbling round, screaming through space
Holding on tight, millions all hoping
Something like love will light up their face
Happy new year to everyone hurting
Praying this time it all becomes clear
Here when the light is pale and uncertain
Happy New Year
Happy New Year
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It's early and quiet, I stay in bed again. I've crawled under my blanket, tracing the shapes (square after uneven square) on my sheets, typing away on my laptop, searching for some warmth in this bottle because this blanket has failed. I'm hearing old words, they don't help me to sleep. I linger in memories and they do the same. I have resolutions, to stomach more than I can handle and memorize my multiplication tables and to come visit everyone and to write her a postcard everyweek. I let music flood from the speakers, it can't drown my insecurities. I want a kiss goodnight and another glass of whatever you stole from your parents.
I hope that everything will be fine in the new year. And tonight, I hope my liver doesn't win that fuckin' race. And tomorrow, I hope I wake up to a clean slate. Today, I just want to sleep and never stop. Thank you for the memories everyone.
--Huy, sincerely | | |
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