This is the painting in the funeral home that made Alison upset. It’s called “Isle of the Dead” and it’s by Swiss artist Arnold Bocklin. I have no idea what the significance of this painting is… I mean, how did Alison recognize it and why did it make…
it’s been four weeks, and I feel like I’m falling.
at first I thought it was the same old same old. have too many drinks then hook up in your car, then proceed to avoid each other around town.
it’s not like that at all. when you hold me, i can tell you care- i’m not just another one to add to your list. you ask me about my job and friends and family, and i know you asking not just because you want to get laid. You tell me things I never knew in high school. How we both suffered with similar things… How you never felt like you fit it, even though you always seems so perfectly adjusted, accepted, and happy.
things aren’t always as they seem.
i can live in the moment again. be how I am and say how I feel, and I’m not worried I’m going to ruin everything between us. When I say us, I don’t feel like an obsessive girl who just wants constant arm candy and the status of having a boyfriend.
I just want someone who wants to hang out all of the time, thinks I’m the best person in the world, and wants to have sex with only me!