Roses are red.
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Thread Topic: Roses are red.
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Night snipey.
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I shall tell you story
That will involve you
Your many wishes shall come true
Have you ever herd of the lady who lived in a shoe?
Her very to large feet, with a small body too.
If your wishes have failed to come true
You must be that god dayum lady who lived in that fcking shoe. -
Night.
Brain leave me alone. Stop calling me Lyle . -
Roses are gay
Izaya is gayer
I prey to God
That Shizou is not a player -
Roses are black
Violets are black
My soul is black
Paint it black -
Red door is red
I wanted painted black -
Roses are Red
Grass is greener
When I think of you
I play with my wiener
:P -
The sky is dark
And so are my wings
Fallen Rose is my love
But only darkness can be my drug. -
Roses are red,
violets are blue...
romantic love is an ideological construct, but it's a beautiful ideological construct, and rooted, we all secretly believe, and fundamentally know, in the softest, sweetest, most hopeful part of our being. Plus, it's better than being alone and blankly masturbating into the Abyss. Although that can get a bit messy. Especially if it's the director's cut, the one with the giant waves and the threat of nuclear armageddon, and the bit where everyone thinks the baldy guy is dead, but he comes back to life because he's been saved by underwater aliens, but secretly it's because he's distraught without his ex-wife, and he believes fully in the power of, yep, romantic love. See. You can't get away from it. Even right now. There's a couple on the table opposite me. Japanese. And they're just kind of, well, hugging. Heads clunking together. No conversation. Just hugging. It's utterly beautiful. I could cry. No, wait. Hang on. She's got her phone out. Ah s---. Now she's texting. And he's watching her text. No. wait. Hold on. His phone has just gone. He's looking at it. She's looking at him looking at his phone. He's smiling. She's clearly just texted, Bluetoothed, or Airdropped a message, and he's looking at her, looking at him, looking at his phone, looking at the message she sent to him while he was looking at her, looking at her phone. I can't see, from here, exactly what she's sent, but I'm guessing it's something like, "I, like, totally love you, you are my life in every possible way, I can't breathe without you, and maybe we should turn off our f***ing phones and go back to clunking heads together, and stuff." Either way, I rest my case. Romantic love, like Derrida used to say about inherent narrative structure, is simply there, like life itself. You can't fight it. You can't deny it. But to hold onto it when you've got it, and to make it last, now there's a trick! -
Roses are only sometimes red
Violets are never really blue
Do you really need a national holiday
To remember to say, "I love you"? -
Juliet is red
Romeo is blue
Because Romeo and Juliet was fighting
He was cheating on her by you! -
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Tbh, no one loves you more than I do. -
Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
Mess with me,
and I'll eat you. -
Aww.
GG please f--- off. -
But. I'm bored. My BF isn't on here yo!
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