April 2012
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Follow me, reader! Who ever told you there is no such thing in the world as real, true, everlasting love? May the liar have his despicable tongue cut out!
Follow me, my reader, and only me, and I’ll show you that kind of love!
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i like weeks so much better than weekends.
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“And Nikita, with his arms hanging down, hiding his heart, stood silently before her, not wanting to appear strong when he was helpless.”
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That year even the flowers had no more smell than metal filings, and deep fissures had formed in the fields, in the body of the earth, like the gaps between the ribs of a thin skeleton.
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He wanted to know her. Intimate secrets. Why poetry? Why so sad? Why that grayness in her eyes? Why so alone? Not lonely, just alone- riding her bike across campus or sitting off by herself in the cafeteria- even dancing, she danced alone- and it was the aloneness that filled him with love.
- The Things They Carried, Tim O’Brien
i just wrote a story
and i kinda like it
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online shopping despite mountains of work
#fml
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“One boy writes home and thereby enters the house only through a mail slot.”
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