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Poetry Gay and lesbian lifestyles Movies http://scoutfinch.blogdrive.com/archive/28.html Tue, 30 Nov 2004 18:36:15 GMT scout finch has moved! click here to enter my new home. ^_^ http://scoutfinch.blogdrive.com/comments?id=28 http://scoutfinch.blogdrive.com/archive/27.html Fri, 08 Oct 2004 19:20:26 GMT Tara comforts a crying Willow after Joyce died in "The Body", Season 5 (more W/T video clips at http://www.fontaine.comcen.com.au/) *** for some reason, i re-read my entry "the bitter pill" last night. and it made me realize how different things are just eight months ago when i first went online with this blog, to the way things are right now. it's sort of amusing to look back and recount all the cool and crazy stuff that happened. i look at myself and i'm amazed to see how much i've changed since then. how life has changed for better or for worse. i have decided to close... (more) http://scoutfinch.blogdrive.com/comments?id=27 http://scoutfinch.blogdrive.com/archive/26.html Thu, 19 Aug 2004 13:57:00 GMT Clementine: Joel, I'm not a concept. Too many guys think I'm a concept or I complete them or I'm gonna make them alive, but I'm just a fucked up girl who's looking for her own peace of mind. Don't assign me yours. Joel: I remember that speech really well. Clementine: I had you pegged, didn't I? Joel: You had the whole world pegged. Clementine: Probably. Joel: I still thought you were going to save me. Even after that. *** oftentimes, movies are nothing more than a two-hour escape from the rigors of our daily grind. we watch, and then, we forget. but once in a... (more) http://scoutfinch.blogdrive.com/comments?id=26 http://scoutfinch.blogdrive.com/archive/25.html Fri, 13 Aug 2004 19:18:16 GMT Rose Walker talking to Desire in "The Kindly Ones", Sandman #65 http://scoutfinch.blogdrive.com/comments?id=25 http://scoutfinch.blogdrive.com/archive/24.html Fri, 06 Aug 2004 12:15:16 GMT a letter that never got sent... one of the many written in her name... letters, poems, short stories... of first touches, quiet walks and butterflies... all for the lady who thought herself unworthy of the stroke of my pen... you were wrong, you know. it was my pen that thought itself unworthy... of the muse that was you. For the past how many years of my life, I have learned to enjoy the comforts of solitude. I had always been an individualist who never wanted to be pinned down. Freedom was a gift I so treasured. To the one who came unannounced and swept me off... (more) http://scoutfinch.blogdrive.com/comments?id=24 http://scoutfinch.blogdrive.com/archive/23.html Mon, 07 Jun 2004 04:37:31 GMT "It is sometimes a mistake to climb; It is always a mistake to never even make the attempt. If you do not climb you will not fall. This is true. But is it that bad to fail? that hard to fall? Sometimes you wake up. Sometimes the fall kills you. And sometimes, when you fall... you fly..." - Dream, Neil Gaiman's The Sandman http://scoutfinch.blogdrive.com/comments?id=23 http://scoutfinch.blogdrive.com/archive/22.html Mon, 10 May 2004 21:54:02 GMT love is nothing but a foolish game of "STARE" played it so many times yet i never learned it well that now i'm too afraid to be the first to blink and fall face flat - AGAIN - into the pits of hell *** what do you do when you've fallen out of hope, and find that you haven't quite fallen out of love? *** how do you hide your heart in the shadows when you've convinced yourself it's best to wear it proudly on your sleeves? *** how do you teach yourself to grow cold and pretend you don't feel anything at all when the sadness is swallowing you whole? *** how do you walk... (more) http://scoutfinch.blogdrive.com/comments?id=22 http://scoutfinch.blogdrive.com/archive/21.html Wed, 05 May 2004 19:17:07 GMT it was the summer of my freshman year. classes were about to begin, and naturally my ears were filled with incessant chatter as fellow students mingled in the lobby. i just sat there, quietly, and tried to look around for a familiar face. of all the people walking about, this certain girl caught my eye. there was something baffling about her smile. one look at her and she makes you feel... happy. her smile was wonderfully contagious. those few precious seconds was all it took, and her face was etched forever in my mind. as months passed by, it became apparent that we had a good number of... (more) http://scoutfinch.blogdrive.com/comments?id=21 http://scoutfinch.blogdrive.com/archive/20.html Tue, 27 Apr 2004 13:34:32 GMT at around 9 o'clock last night, i was quietly reading in my room when i was startled by the shouts of my older brother in a panic. i quickly put down my book and went out to see what was happening. what greeted me was the sight of my younger sister, frantically running across the living room. when she saw me, she cried, "Ate! May sunog! May sunog!" i ran outside and saw a blaze roar from the back lot, a stone's throw away from where i was. the only thing keeping our apartment from being swallowed by the flames was a precarious brick wall, and the whole neighborhood - man, woman and... (more) http://scoutfinch.blogdrive.com/comments?id=20 http://scoutfinch.blogdrive.com/archive/19.html Wed, 21 Apr 2004 09:04:07 GMT i wish i could meet someone who knows how to value brutal honesty. someone i can talk to about anything and everything on my mind, without having to fear about being judged, because she is aware that it doesn't even matter whether we agree or not, what's important is that we can learn, just from hearing out each other's thoughts. someone who appreciates being told the truth, no matter how trivial, so we could always take comfort in knowing exactly where we stand, and not have to go on false assumptions, lost in the agony of darkness. someone i can give my trust to and rest... (more) http://scoutfinch.blogdrive.com/comments?id=19