Friday, January 20, 2012
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I need you to understand something. I wrote this for you. I wrote this for you and only you. Everyone else who reads it, doesn’t get it. They may think they get it, but they don’t. This is the sign you’ve been looking for. You were meant to read these words.
I say stupid things, I feel silly and yet somehow that's when I'm most happy, when I'm with you being child-like and loving having to be so free...
I don't know why, but I really like this picture.
Awww, c'mon. It's not stupid if you mean it.
You make me write stupid things.
I like your blog in general, it is so dark, I begin to think about feelings, earlier events, that made me sad. Great style...
Haha! This is incredibly cute.
yeahhhhhhhhhhh..i said a lot of stupid things too
you make me feel stupid things.
You make me stumble over words that I had practiced countless times.
I never want to miss one single word. You call it stupid but I prefer silly. Your words strung together, naturally, are my pure delight. Amber.
Also, I love you. But you knew that already. Distance is brutal.
You make me be a stupid thing.
Now is my fault?
Hm. I know what that's like.
Stupid is, as stupid does. Beauty is, as beauty does. Ugly is, as ugly does.
For me the concept of "stupid" is specific for someone who looks charming, with a heart and .... suddenly says something so egoist and narcisist you don't understand where it's coming from, you can't even process it really .... till you do, of course.
That means stupid to me
This is the only place I can write without you knowing its me because although its addressed please find this, I doubt you will. Will you stay away? Away in your life? Away in your decisions? Away in your morbid way of showing up unannounced and ripping down what I worked so hard for. Stupid. Stupid me and stupid you. Thats all this ever was. Stupid.
It's too late.
he makes me feel silly bur I am happy being with him. TT TT
You know where to find me, waiting for you... still enamoured and in love. Years later. Don't blame me. Stupid not-stupid love of mine. <3
No matter how serious life gets, I still need the company of people who I can be silly with, say stupid things to and feel silly too...
But the things I say are things I will never regret, because im saying them to you
is your book available here in Malaysia?
You can order from Book Depository (who do free delivery) or direct from the publisher, both links are here:
I have someone that makes me say stupid things, but he says they are beautiful in his eyes.
can i find it in Malaysia? i mean your book?
You don't make me do stupid things, I've got that covered all on my own.
But, I sure feel stupid things that directly stem from my desire to. . . be with you, to impress you, to be admired by you, to inspire you, to do something with the inspiration you set off in me.
I've been stupid all along, pretending to be smart. If I admit it, do you think you could forgive me? Would you want me, again?
Stupid or not?
yes. and then i feel sorry.
...like when i said i loved you.
Nana (L*r***a) I hope you read this....Did you really mean what you said about dying in a hole?.....
Hahaha this is awesome.
Relatable and comical in a sense!
Short and loveable!
How do you speak without a tongue?
Every word comes out broken.
Your silence is deafening.
It's just me. I do it to myself, but I'm ok with it now.
(keep it simple, stupid)
I wantcha just the way you are. I'm not stupid. <3
but even as they seep off my tongue, i'm not embarrassed because you just laugh as your smile touches your eyes and your hand reaches for my face.
it was stupid I loved you and I may still do, I don't wanna even know
you wanted a buziness contract
a patch to fill your social status
a drug to lift you up
and I am not for use
not for abuse
nor a drug, mental or not
nor a commodity
I am free = I know love
and yes it hurts that I can't share it,
and yes it hurts the fact that you treated it as something you could buy at your local supermarket, put it in a package of your liking, decorate the box with colorful paper, and consume it when you need it
....you don't know love, you deprive it of the very breath of life
you have even enclosed life in a box
you have gathered all sorts of boxes and valuable objects in your life, and you try to feel proud
with your dead valuable objects and the collection of dusty boxes
go on feel so proud
love doesn't obey! it's not anyone's slave you stupid!
Not even my slave, that's why I am still writing like an idiot about you.
for the biggest idiot I know
The stupid things make me smile.
The most valuable keepsake in our lives can't be placed in a box because she is a living and breathing being with a soul. A breath of life to be proud of. Go on feel proud! The most precious, valuable you have. Priceless. Which says a lot.
You don't know what love is until you hold your own in your arms. How could you expect her to ever understand the way you feel? She can't, they won't.
We'll see you in our dreams. We love and miss you very much! You are no one's slave. Especially not to love. Free willy.
You are by far the smartest man I know.
By the way...wasn't it you that said you gave him a gift? One in which he shared with you and no one else? What reason do you give him not to set you aside in a decorated box collecting dust on a shelf anyhow? Your gifts are easy to come by...they are manufactured by the thousands. You have given them to many others. You were the one to decorate the boxes afterall. The least you could have done was be creative enough to make his an intricate one. Different than the others? Right?
it seems that my words are perceived as the cause or just the trigger, which equip you with the 'courage' to release the toxins out of your system, in a safe environment. That's fine, ok.
If you need an excuse to release your toxicity, here it is I give it to you. Only that, what comes out of your system is yours and no-one else's.
And no matter if you think that I visit you in your dreams or while you are wide awake...I ignore your existence as you do mine. Don't reply to me as if we have been met. Talk about your things if you want and you have something to say.
If you feel that my words provoke a war inside you, probably it is because the war is already there.
So please don't treat my posts as something that serves the needs of the members of a therapy group..
L'amour c'est être stupide ensemble
if you have any 'reclamation' about my site, my posts, there is an e-mail address just on the right side, very clear .... so Mr. Courage, why don't you go and send me something nice huh? ;)
Oh yes, there is already a war there. I will be fighting it. I choose my battles wisely and this is one I won't dismay. Let's talk about emails shall we?
We can talk about whatever you want. What about emails?
let's talk about e-mails?? :D yyyeaaahhhh
About looking at email and others property that isn't yours. Isn't that an invasion of privacy rights?
I just check my mail, I don't know what you are talking about ... sorry
This blog gets several thousand unique visitors a day. Are you talking about one of them reading your email or the author of the blog?
not Iain ...
by the way, sorry Iain, some people don't have the courage to communicate with me by other ways and come here, they DO have other ways ....
[they are just a little 'retarded' but with good economy, you know?? danger danger]
Sorry for that ;)
I don't give a shit! Blame it on the thousands of readers that come to this blog on a daily basis.
Yes I'm speaking of someone related to this site hacking into my personal belongings online and reading my emails. I know who it was and some of you do too. You know who you are. Some of you are really underestimating me. You shouldn't.
I am not a hacker, sorry, I don't know anyone who can do that.
Wrong person :)
All the time..
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