February 2011
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And
in that instant I realised that I had convinced myself I would be alone forever
so there I stood surrounded by others
irrevocably alone.
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Anonymous asked: yeah, it is.
I think
my writing is getting worse Thoughts?
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It’s that sinking feeling
it comes after the excitement
The excitement of seeing someone you have met
But after the excitement comes the anxiety Do they remember me? Did I make an impression worth using neurons to imprint me into their brain? If they did remember me.. Did they like me? Was I an enjoyable person to meet? Would they like to relive it again? Was the connection we shared only...
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I stood there at the sink, scrubbing my spatula, occasionally glancing over at the fry pan. My French toast was humming as it cooked. I needed to turn it over and it was growing impatient. There was no way to do this until I finished cleaning the spatula though. My mind wondered, how much is this like our lives. My mind was with my toast though I was physically with this spatula. This spatula...
“When we say things like “people don’t change” it drives scientist crazy because...”
– Merideth Grey
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“Maybe there are only the living and the dead, and all those who are living...”
– No one belongs here more then you
“We do terrible things, we make wars, we kill people out of greed. So Who are we...”
– No one belongs here more then you.
sharp--objects asked: Start anywhere you like. Tell me what places you went to, your favourite part and your least favourite. Tell me ALL about it. I WANT DETAILS.
A Beautiful Thought..
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Do we
Soon forget the things we cannot see..
gidieon asked: You wouldn't have a clue who it is following you here, huh! :3
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“You wanna fly, you got to give up the shit that weighs you down.”
– Song of Solomon, Toni Morrison (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)
I love..
The person that you are.. Not the one you feel the need to be..
I have to..
Keep reminding myself that some people are nice
“He saw things in a way that others did not, so that a city I had lived in all my...”
– Girl With a Pearl Earring, Tracy Chevalier (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)
Anonymous asked: how much wood would a woodchuck chuck, if a woodchuck could chuck wood?
tenaciouslove-deactivated201110 asked: Oh whatever! I adored bowties before we even met!
