DanceHis skin was pasted against mine, a feeling that didn't bug me for once. I felt his shaven chin, and was doing a good job at ignoring that fact. In the meantime we were moving our legs against each other along with the beats. My arms were around his shoulders and his around my hips, slowly and so not subtelly going to my butt. His normal scent had disappeared and been replaced by the scent of alcohol, and his breath that I could feel almost as much as his body had the same smell – he wasn't drunk though. Sometimes, if music decided to be our friend, we took one another's hand and intwined our fingers. A few times I saw him looking at me,Dance
To Hear, To ListenI look at you and you look ahead I frown and you do not see I speak but you make no reaction I speak again and you say you hear me.To Hear, To Listen
So yes, you hear me. But are you listening? Am I making contact?
Hearing and listening Confuse them not as synonyms Not for each other
Hearing is at the surface, Simply hovering but doing nothing But listening is absorption, The words going deep, deep within and taking affect. Are they making contact?
You tell me again that you hear, But are you listening?
I stomp, I yell
| uhh, hi? |
Going to France
Grumpy
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Im not CRAZY, your all just too normal...
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It's over now...but the love the fandom has for this show will never end. We'll keep reliving it. (:
~ The Words of an Avatar'd
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Former ban appealed: I'm thirteen now. Yay for me.
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Zuko = Weiß ... Schauspieler = Farbing
Katara = Farbing ... Schauspielerin = Weiß
Sokka = Farbing ... Schauspieler = Weiß
Uhm? Farbenblind??? XDDD
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