You gave me hyacinths first a year ago. They called me the hyacinth girl.

everything seems to spiral totally out of wack for my friends when i am at my most utterly useless. i'm still there for them, i stand by them. mindless puddle of lust though i may be.

my boyfriend is fucking incredible. romantic, well-timed, adorable, open, sweet, TALENTED as allgetout...i love it!!! I ADORE BEING HIS GIRLFRIEND. i wouldn't want to be anybody else's. i'm outrageously, agonizingly FORTUNATE. i hope his mother doesn't think down of me that she sort of encountered a compromising position...{totally his fault, too, thanks man}.

i adore him. he is fucking AMAZING.

MY BOYFRIEND IS BEAUTIFUL, BRIGHT & FUCKING LOVELY!

radiant radiant radiant. jimmy is upset, clare's distraught, aliya is in no good earthly place. i have to help them. i have to use this to make me solid for them. i love them just as much.

every fiber of my being shakes...{kara may go to prom with an armenian from penn state - how incredibly irreverantly fantastic would that be?!}

if anybody should ask i'm going to a seminar
pieces of the moon
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sensitive heart, you're doomed from the start
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