Aug 18, 2022
CONSUMPTION OF THE SENSES VS CONSUMPTION OF THE SELF
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CONSUMPTION OF THE SENSES VS CONSUMPTION OF THE SELF
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Remember those walls I built? Well, baby, they're tumblin' down, and they didn't even put up a fight. They didn't even make a sound. I found a way to let you in, but I never really had a doubt. Standing in the light of your halo, I got my angel now.
I am a memory, I'm a memory bent out of shape, A childhood already bruised with age When I'm without you. Dear true love, I'm an artist without any paint, I'm the deal that everyone breaks When I'm without you. So with this ring, May you always know one thing: What little that I have to give, I will give it all to you. You're my one true love.
^ This song. These lyrics. So pretty that it's depressing.
And this will be the first time in a week that I'll talk to you, and I can't speak. It's been three whole days since I've had sleep 'cause I dream of his lips on your cheek. And I got the point that I should leave you alone, but we both know that I'm not that strong, and I miss the lips that made me fly.
My life's a rain storm of 'i love you's I miss you stepping in the puddles
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All I Want For Christmas Is You - Michael Bublé.
Such an incredible version. This whole cd is incredible, really.
Don't go away again, I wanna' be more than a phone call at four AM. It seems like every time you come back home, it's just to steal my heart and leave. Don't go away again, I wanna' be more than a story to tell your friends. It seems like every time you come back home, it's just to make me fall again.
Close your eyes and I'll kiss you Tomorrow, I'll miss you Remember I'll always be true And then while I'm away, I'll write home everyday And I'll send all my lovin' to you <3
On a Beatles kick. Wamppp wampp.
