February 2012
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“Let’s go to bed. I don’t care how messed up and damaged you think...”
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it’s really astonishing how many people i let wander in and out of my life so carelessly. i remember all the little things you did and said. i remember the first day we met, the first day we kissed, the first day we made pancakes together, the first time we fought. i remember all the boring stuff, all the day to day stuff. we stayed up late too many nights in a row, used too many phone...
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follow me on twitter and instagram:
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20 Things Life Is Too Short To Tolerate →
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January 2012
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monday haiku
thinking in lines of poetry may lead to a very sleepless night
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I’m obviously making a goal to write more, even when the things I write aren’t articulate, eloquent, or are even just plain bad.
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the republic
she felt suffocated in the crowded bar, smoke wafting through the full-to-the-brim room ever so delicately, as if it were a noose lacing itself gently around her throat. her fingertips reached up to brush it away but to no avail. tendrils of her long hair worked their way out of her ponytail and down into her eyes as she tried to blink away eight thousand different regrets.
the boy to her left,...
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i haven’t written anything eloquent in awhile. maybe i never wrote anything eloquent at all. i feel like i’m hanging on a branch, but just barely. my fingernails digging and clawing inefficiently at the supple bark. people are coming and going in and out of my life, wafting around like curtains. it’s just exhausting.
that’s enough writing; i can’t even concentrate....
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Be excellent to each other.
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“My muscles are rigid with the tension of holding myself together.”
– Mockingjay
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