oh, hey.
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July 19th, 2011
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sometimes i lay in bed at night and visualize you next to me. i pray to god there is some way to bring us together and some way for you to see me. sometimes, i think you feel the same. then, i realize that you’re thousands of miles away and i feel even more alone. why do you lead me on? why can’t i move on from you? eventually, i’ll end up hating you because i love you or i’ll drive myself crazy loving you. i don’t know which is worse.
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June 27th, 2011
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June 13th, 2011
my favorite things everrrrr. :)
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June 3rd, 2011
Stories you read when you’re the right age never quite leave you. You may forget who wrote them or what the story was called. Sometimes you’ll forget precisely what happened, but if a story touches you it will stay with you, haunting the places in your mind that you rarely ever visit.
Neil Gaiman, M Is for Magic (via thoughtsdetained)
May 29th, 2011
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May 28th, 2011
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May 15th, 2011
So much to do these next two weeks. I have 10 dollars until Friday. Work- Tuesday Thursday Friday Saturday
EIY tour on Wednesday.
When I get paid friday half my paycheck is going towards phone insurance. Then I need to buy all my accessories for Prom. I’m broke.
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People say, ‘I’m going to sleep now,’ as if it were nothing. But it’s really a bizarre activity. ‘For the next several hours, while the sun is gone, I’m going to become unconscious, temporarily losing command over everything I know and understand. When the sun returns, I will resume my life.’
If you didn’t know what sleep was, and you had only seen it in a science fiction movie, you would think it was weird and tell all your friends about the movie you’d seen.
They had these people, you know? And they would walk around all day and be OK? And then, once a day, usually after dark, they would lie down on these special platforms and become unconscious. They would stop functioning almost completely, except deep in their minds they would have adventures and experiences that were completely impossible in real life. As they lay there, completely vulnerable to their enemies, their only movements were to occasionally shift from one position to another; or, if one of the ‘mind adventures’ got too real, they would sit up and scream and be glad they weren’t unconscious anymore. Then they would drink a lot of coffee.’
So, next time you see someone sleeping, make believe you’re in a science fiction movie. And whisper, ‘The creature is regenerating itself.’
George Carlin, Brain Droppings (via theblueonesweresteak)
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I meet you. I remember you. Who are you? You’re destroying me. You’re good for me. How could I know this city was tailor-made for love? How could I know you fit my body like a glove? I like you. How unlikely. I like you. How slow all of a sudden. How sweet. You cannot know. You’re destroying me. You’re good for me. You’re destroying me. You’re good for me. I have time. Please, devour me. Deform me to the point of ugliness. Why not you? Why not you in this city and in this night, so like other cities and other nights you can hardly tell the difference? I beg of you.
Hiroshima Mon Amour, written by Marguerite Duras, 1959. (via colporteur)
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