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Kaki King - I Never Said I Love You
She is probably my favorite guitarist.
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True love, like any other strong and addicting drug, is boring — once the tale of encounter and discovery is told, kisses quickly grow stale and caresses tiresome… except, of course, to those who share the kisses, who give and take the caresses while every sound and color of the world seems to deepen and brighten around them. As with any other strong drug, true first love is really only interesting to those who have become its prisoners. And, as is true of any other strong and addicting drug, true first love is dangerous.
Stephen King, The Dark Tower IV: Wizard and Glass -
You just grab that brownish area by its points and you don’t let go no matter what your mom says!
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The more you suffer, the more it shows you really care, right?
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too rare to die / too weird to love
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Posted on March 8, 2012 via diary of a ∞fat with 1,322 notes
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don’t put it off
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Plays: 120
Kaki King - I Never Said I Love You
She is probably my favorite guitarist.
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anyone can write couplets
Love, most blinding of all feelings,
oft’ conceals such shady dealings
as when its arrow hits but one -
reveals to him the radiant sun;
and yet the other does not feel,
not being struck by Cupid’s Seal.And so the smitten strives in vain
his sweet love’s favor to obtain,
and finds in this complete futility
a strange but sweet sort of tranquility;
though true love he cannot find,
to his own heart he soon grows blind.Alas, at some point he remembers
that love’s fire has cooled to embers -
that the feeling which once burned
within his heart has simply turned
into a dream that he himself dares not fulfill;
Love’s song has ceased its once-sweet trill.So he reverts to his deep gloom,
and revels in that passion’s bloom.
Perhaps, he thinks, he’ll try again,
and hopes this time he can sustain
that magic which he lost before -
a love which could not be ignored.But then his doubt begins to gnaw -
he is reluctant to withdraw
from what he thought was stable ground
and now he fears that he might drown -
he cannot know what might result
when he rejoins Love’s sacred cult.And so the cycle soon resumes;
he breathes again Love’s heady fumes,
but only to be turned away
as apathy-ward he re-strays.
To this cruel wheel he bends each breath
until he’s mastered by Love’s only master, Death. -
Posted on March 1, 2012 via with 173,039 notes
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