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The BeatlesWhen I was small, I would play my mothers copy of Revolver just to hear The Beatles sing about the yellow submarine. I wouldnt say it has ever been my favourite Beatles song, but it was the one that felt the most right. I would listen to the song when my parents fought, when my sister began to wear bras and get boyfriends and make people cry and run away and come back and leave again and I would listen again when people died.
It always seemed like a troubled song to me; The Beatles were liars. There wasnt any yellow submarine, but that was okay because I would lie and make up stories to pretend I was elsewhere, just like The Beatles. Some people have tried telling me it's a happy song, but theyre wrong its a sad song trying to be happy, just like I was. I would sit in the corner of my room with the record player on low, muttering like a member of a cult, we all live in a yellow submarine. Usually it was just to stop myself fro
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I'm sitting here with my knees up to my neck, wearing this very ugly but warm woolen sweater you knitted me 3 winters ago (it's a little too small now). I'm cracking my fingers, scratching at scars, rubbing my eyelids and flipping through a miniature booklet full of crosshatching and stipplings, both which really fascinate me.
I'm lonely is this big house when no one else is home, which is most of the time. The sounds of emptiness hollow my heart and make my eyes water (which is probably why I rub them so much).
As I finish studying the last piece of art in the miniature booklet, I realize I've been flipping the pages for 3 hours (which is probably why I've been cracking my fingers). I toss the book into the garbage and then think about how you would probably love to spend an afternoon flipping through it, so I go and retrieve it from the trash... and burn it.
More then likely you are out there now with one of your boyfriend's, playing card games or drinking some highly pote
Hath No FearGiving yourself completely up to fear is kinda like falling in love: You can't pin point exactly when it started and by the time you realize that you are surrounded by that sensation it's already game over. Just like the image of the person you are in love with starts creeping out from every unexpected corner, fear never leaves your side when you give it a welcome stay. After a restless sleep, it starts beating anxiously in your heart the moment you wake up in the morning and commands all your thoughts and actions throughout the day. It is nothing short of a prison, except you are the only inmate and the warden never takes a break. Ever.
I do not exactly remember when I let fear occupy my being but I remember the exact moment when I realized I was ruled by it. It was late in the afternoon, everybody was out there 'getting busy living' and I had locked myself inside my bed half awake, not particularly finding any valid reason to get out of it. Then I was awakened from a nightmare by my
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Lilyas has dedicated herself to making our community a brighter place with her vibrant artwork and infectious enthusiasm for interacting with others in our community. It has certainly paid off, as many deviants flock to her page on a daily basis to let her know how much of an inspiration she is. We absolutely agree, and couldn't let all that hard work go without recognition, so it's with great pride that we bestow the Deviousness Award for March 2014, to ... Read More