"proximity"

evenstar by howard shore

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Tabby     That damned cat was always running about my yard. I've picked him up time and time again and taken him to my neighbors' houses to see if he belonged to someone, but no one claimed him.
     I feel a little bad for him, because over the past few weeks he has lost weight and his fur is matting. I just don't know what to do about him. I'd keep him, but I don't know how Elrin would do with another cat. Elrin is a brat too, always taking my food and he always attacks my feet when I'm going to work. It is endearing, but I don't appreciate it. I looked again at the tabby cat sitting in my yard and looking at me with his big, copper eyes. He really is a beautiful cat. 
    There he goes again! Fucking with my rabbit. I know cats eat rabbits, but Sky is my baby. She's like a big, fat, puffy cloud. I get up and walk toward the mangey, flea-ridden scrap of fur and stroke his back. It's gross and covered with dirt. Why didn't this fucking cat go so



"Even darkness must pass. A new day will come...

sometimes summer simmersi remember what
you forgot in the days gone, the
things you said when
the car door slammed
and the
screen door banged
against wood
grain in the wind;
i remember. i'm not
going to forget
you, summer-boy, or
the way we
wished on stars
until four in the morning
because you
thought that was
the only time
magic was
real;
it's not, but i never
said anything
to break your bones. you
just about buried
mine, though,
and i've got a graveyard
in one eye
and a heaven in the
other;
but you're
not in either,
you hear me? You don't
get a headstone
made of tears
and you
never could walk straight
enough to make it
to paradise;
summer-boy, you
better let
me go because
i ain't coming back
for you.:thumb443397124::thumb443494742:

...and when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer."

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vilse i din handflatajag lämnade min
identitet i
centimetrarna
mellan dina
skulderblad She still thinks about himWhen she was 11 she met him for the first time and she was shocked by his bruised knuckles and bruised knees and kind of scared by the emptiness she saw in his deep blue eyes. When he talked to her, though, his words were gentle and reminded her of starlight and dust and when he apologized for her bruised sore arm she felt calm and smiled and said it was okay even if it wasn’t really his fault but hers, because she was just a silly girl standing on his way and not paying attention to anything but the universe she found on the pages of her book.
When she was 12 they became friends and even though they were so different she could understand him better than anything. He got mad at her when she straightened her hair for the first time, because he liked it long and curly. She said: “at least I haven’t cut it” and smiled to herself because it somehow made her feel good to know he liked something about her.
When she was 13 she realized her heart wo:thumb443352619:

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music and quote from peter jackson's the lord of the rings: the two towers [2002]

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