tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33093220324992660912024-02-20T02:22:06.233-08:00ALL SYSTEMS GOAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06346921032674150940noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309322032499266091.post-23965822064547307442014-06-24T12:27:00.002-07:002014-06-24T12:30:14.592-07:00Red<div style="text-align: justify;">
When you dip her in the middle of the dance floor, it is the color of her dress. When she whispers in your ear, it is the color of her lips. When you make love, it is the trace you want her to leave all over your body. When she places her palm over your heart, it is the color that comes to the surface as her fingertips trail like a sentence that can never be finished. When you see her in your bedroom with another, it is the color of your breath. When you smash the vase in the hall, it is the color that threatens you to abandon the shattered pieces. When you scream at the top of your lungs, it is the color that pierces the atmosphere. When she hears you, it is the color of her pulse. When you look in her eyes for the last time, it is the fading color of your heart falling to your knees. It is not the color you see when she leaves.</div>
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— Tyler Ford, <i>Red </i>(via <a href="http://tylerthelatteboy.tumblr.com/">http://tylerthelatteboy.tumblr.com</a>/)</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06346921032674150940noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309322032499266091.post-89089621042675264822014-03-27T20:01:00.000-07:002014-03-27T20:01:39.489-07:00DesiderataGo placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence.<br />
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As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons.<br />
Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even the dull and ignorant; they too have their story.<br />
Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit.<br />
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If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter;<br />
for always there will be greater and lesser persons that yourself.<br />
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Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.<br />
Keep interested in your career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.<br />
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Exercise caution in your business affairs; for the world is full of trickery.<br />
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals;<br />
and everywhere life is full of heroism.<br />
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Be yourself.<br />
Especially, do not feign affection.<br />
Neither be critical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as perennial as the grass.<br />
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Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth.<br />
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with imaginings.<br />
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.<br />
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Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself.<br />
You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars;<br />
you have a right to be here.<br />
And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.<br />
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Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be,<br />
and whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.<br />
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With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world.<br />
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Be careful. Strive to be happy.<br />
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— Max Ehrmann <i>1927</i>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06346921032674150940noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309322032499266091.post-8936483581527285692014-03-06T19:46:00.000-08:002014-03-06T19:54:34.110-08:00Victims of Ourselves<div style="text-align: justify;">
"Your life is not an episode of Skins. Things will never look quite as good as they do in a faded, sun-drenched Polaroid; your days are not an editorial from Lula. Your life is not a Sofia Coppola movie, or a Chuck Palahniuk novel, or a Charles Bukowski poem. Grace Coddington isn't your creative director. Bon Iver and Joy Division don't play softly in the background at appropriate moments. Your hysterical teenage diary isn't a work of art. Your room probably isn't Selby material. Your life isn't a Tumblr screencap. Every word that comes out of your mouth will not be beautiful and poignant, infinitely quotable. Your pain will not be pretty. Crying till you vomit is always shit. You cannot romanticize hurt. Or sadness. Or loneliness. You will have homework, and hangovers and bad hair days. The train being late won't lead to any fateful encounters, it will make you late. Sometimes your work will suck. Sometimes you will suck. Far too often, everything will suck — and not in a Wes Anderson kind of way. And there is no divine consolation — only the knowledge that we will hopefully experience the full spectrum — and that sometimes, just sometimes, life will feel like a Coppola film."</div>
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— Letters from Nowhere (via <a href="http://www.vervelig.tumblr.com/post/37091107774/your-life-is-not-an-episode-of-skins-things-will">http://www.vervelig.tumblr.com/</a>)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06346921032674150940noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309322032499266091.post-70547375566085033952014-02-05T21:52:00.000-08:002014-03-06T19:58:38.170-08:00The Way We Were, The Way We Are<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"We are the girls with anxiety disorders, filled appointment books, five-year plans. We take ourselves very, very seriously. We are the peacemakers, the do-gooders, the givers, the savers. We are on time, overly prepared, well read, and witty, intellectually curious, always moving. We pride ourselves on getting as little sleep as possible and thrive on self-deprivation. We drink coffee, a lot of it. We are on birth control, Prozac, and multivitamins. We are relentless, judgmental with ourselves, and forgiving to others. We never want to be as passive-aggressive as our mothers, never want to marry men as uninspired as our fathers. We are the daughters of the feminists who said, "You can be anything," and we heard, "You have to be everything.""</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">— Courtney Martin</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06346921032674150940noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309322032499266091.post-75024765777680283462014-01-24T02:02:00.002-08:002014-03-06T21:08:41.574-08:00Soaked in Soul<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Alienation:</b> the crippling conviction that one is a minority of one.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Ambiguity:</b> the bastard child of Creativity and Cowardice.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Aphorism: </b>what is worth quoting from the soul's dialogue with itself.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Arrogance:</b> the vain, younger sister of confidence.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Art: </b>the trail of breadcrumbs left by artists, to remember the way.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Awakening: </b>to see the old with new eyes.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Contradictions:</b> the curse of the clever.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Crime:</b> a sort of art made ugly.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Despair:</b> an early surrender, where the spirit dies before the body does.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Discipline:</b> the backbone without which potential cannot stand.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Dreams:</b> what get us through the night, and oftentimes the day.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Eros:</b> our last defense against the dust.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Existence:</b> a caste system.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Idealist:</b> lawyer who cannot see client, Life, confessing her guilt.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Ideals: </b>maps that omit practical details — like mountain ranges.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Imagination:</b> the invisible hand that masturbates.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Intensity: </b>vast emotions condensed.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Intuition:</b> generous deposits made to our account by an unknown benefactor.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Liar: </b>one who claims to tell the truth, always.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Life:</b> a midway point between two unknowns.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Morality:</b> only permitting others to behave as we behave, when we behave.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Nostalgia:</b> the familiar pinch of that outgrown garment.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Physiognomy:</b> the art that says, yes, you may judge a book by its cover.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Romantic: </b>one who professes to prefer the thorns to the rose.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Sarcasm:</b> a wolf in sheep's skin.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Self:</b> that invisible chain that snaps tight whenever we stray.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Self-consciousness:</b> a weed in the garden of self-awareness.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Self-image: </b>self-deception.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Solitude: </b>the imprisoned soul's imprisonment of the body.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Spiritual Asthma:</b> yearning tempered by shortage of breath.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Suicide: </b>the desperate attempt to assume responsibility for what one is not responsible for.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Swear Words: </b>discomfort regarding our sex organs, and their functions.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Temptation:</b> seeds we're forbidden to water that are showered with rain.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Uncertainty: </b>the starting and ending point of Knowledge.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Waking:</b> waiting at the platform of existence for one's particular train of consciousness to arrive from strange, far-away lands.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Wit:</b> the pounce of a restless insight.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">— (via </span><a href="http://violentwavesofemotion.tumblr.com/" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">http://violentwavesofemotion.tumblr.com/</a><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">)</span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06346921032674150940noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309322032499266091.post-78993703658073497842014-01-14T04:06:00.000-08:002014-03-14T00:13:57.547-07:00Buzzcut SeasonI wish I wrote the way I thought;<br />
Obsessively,<br />
Incessantly,<br />
With maddening hunger.<br />
I'd write to the point of suffocation.<br />
I'd write myself into nervous breakdowns,<br />
Manuscripts spiralling out like tentacles into abysmal nothing.<br />
And I'd write about you<br />
a lot more<br />
than I should.<br />
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— Benedict Smith<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06346921032674150940noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309322032499266091.post-3245380678774889892013-11-18T23:55:00.000-08:002014-03-14T00:14:20.795-07:00Question Existing<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I was sitting in a room with 20
different people from all walks of life. Half listening to a topic I have the
slightest interest of, half wandering into my jungle of thoughts. And I went
deep into the most bizarre pool of thought, what’s every person’s favorite
word?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">So I asked my seatmate, and he
answered “love.” What a powerful word. But so disappointing at the same time. I
asked him why nonetheless, and he was unable to give me an answer. I understood
though. Love, in all its forms, is the most beautiful feeling in the world. But
while he was thinking of his answer, I was searching for my favorite word as
well. And then it hit me; <i>sometimes.<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">A few days ago, I discussed about
a quote on “almost.” And as parallel as almost and sometimes may simultaneously
be, they are equally different. Almost involves being barely, hardly, quite,
but not yet. And sometimes, well, here’s why. Sometimes, because sometimes
never disappoint. Because sometimes is promising. Because sometimes is a yes or
a no. With the shrilling thrill of going either way yet you’ll never know when.
For the same reason that most of the time, someone can not keep a promise. Or <i>sometimes</i>, someone may.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">What’s your favorite word?</span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06346921032674150940noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309322032499266091.post-1243668150838278062013-11-13T17:32:00.001-08:002014-03-14T00:14:55.921-07:00Almost<div style="text-align: justify;">
And if this blog has not made that much of a statement to prove the things I love to love and do, let me reinstate it to you: I love quoting important and random people. I find it quite amusing to learn how some people make it look so easy for them to pour their hearts out in words that relates to people, touch lives and triggers emotions that most readers don't know existed.</div>
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Now, on my other blog on Tumblr (hahaha plug: <a href="http://cataclysmalblip.tumblr.com/">http://cataclysmalblip.tumblr.com/</a>), I don't reblog quotes as much as I want to. I currently have 4,500+ quotes I've found, appreciated and wished to share but I'm too much of a wuss to do so.</div>
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So today, after a week-long hiatus due to work, I stumbled onto a quote that I liked from years back and decided to make a change and share it this time:</div>
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<i>Almost. It's a big word for me. I feel it everywhere. Almost home. Almost happy. Almost changed. Almost, but not quite. Not yet. Soon, maybe. </i><br />
— Joan Bauer</div>
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Enough said.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06346921032674150940noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309322032499266091.post-58693276456583836532013-07-17T04:01:00.001-07:002014-03-14T00:00:04.932-07:00Wanderlust<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Travel is little beds and cramped bathrooms. It's old bedroom television sets and slow Internet connections. Travel is extraordinary conversations with ordinary people. It's waiters, gas station attendants, and housekeepers becoming the most interesting people in the world. It's churches that are compelling enough to enter. It's McDonald's being a luxury. It's the realization that you may have been born in the wrong country. Travel is a smile that leads to a conversation in broken English. It's the epiphany that pretty girls smile the same way all over the world. Travel is tipping 10% and being embraced for it. Travel is the same white T-shirt again tomorrow. Travel is accented sex after good wine and too many unfiltered cigarettes. Travel is flowing in the back of the bus with giggly strangers. It's a street full of bearded backpackers looking down at maps. Travel is wishing for one more bite of whatever that just was. It's the rediscovery of walking somewhere. It's sharing a bottle of liquor on an overnight train with a new friend. Travel is 'Maybe I don't have to do it that way when I get back home.'</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: #fff9ee; color: #222222; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;">─ </span>Nick Miller, <i>Isn't It Pretty to Think So?</i></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06346921032674150940noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309322032499266091.post-63059441440652861402013-04-13T23:59:00.001-07:002014-03-14T00:15:21.779-07:00Oh Reckless Abandon<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Stay</span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I once had someone tell me suicide was selfish </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">That the scars those ghosts created would haunt those left behind</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">That their memories would ripple on into tomorrow and the</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">tomorrow after that</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">And I asked in return</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">What about the people asking them to stay? </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">How was that any less selfish?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Any less cruel?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">How was being forced to live through your own hell supposed to be</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">some sort of gift?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Now before you get the wrong idea</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I was twelve when I asked that question</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Now six years and two different types of anti-depressant later I can</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">comfortably say</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">That both happen to be equally selfish</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">But I need you to trust me</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Let them want you</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I know you might not feel wanted right now</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">But let your future <i>want</i> you</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Give yourself over to the greedy minds that are smart enough to love </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">you</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">And I promise you one day you'll be playing with sunbeams and </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">friendship bracelets<br />Oceans and lovers</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Laughter and wine glasses</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Being selfish is a human gift</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">So let them consume you</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Let life take you</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">(via Gabi of </span><a href="http://amberon.tumblr.com/" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">http://amberon.tumblr.com/</a><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">)</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06346921032674150940noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309322032499266091.post-57836495249684133272013-04-07T10:01:00.000-07:002014-03-14T00:18:19.410-07:00The How I Can't Recall<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I LIKED BEING ALONE.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I like drinking coffee alone, and reading alone. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I like riding the bus alone, and walking home alone. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I like eating alone, and listening to music alone. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It gives me time to think, and set my mind free.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">But when I see a mother with her child, a girl with her lover, or a friend laughing with their best friend, I realize that even though I like being alone, I don't fancy being lonely. <i>The sky is beautiful, but the people are sad.</i> I just need someone who won't run away.</span></div>
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Things change and friends leave. And life doesn't stop for anybody.</div>
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I wanted to laugh. Or maybe get mad.</div>
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I'm going to be who I really am. </div>
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and feel bad about each other and blame a lot of people </div>
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for what they did or didn't do or what they didn't know. I don't know. </div>
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It's just different. Maybe it's good to put things in perspective, </div>
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but sometimes, I think that the only perspective is to really be there. </div>
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Because it's okay to feel things. </div>
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I was really there. And that was enough to make me feel infinite. </div>
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I feel infinite.</div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">if i knew where</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">i wouldn't be taking so many</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">naps, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">or reading all these books,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">trying to divine my future </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">in pillow cases</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">and stitched book bindings,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">lost in the small decisions </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">of each day,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">i am the inevitable wanderer</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">the boy who always says </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">but never knows</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">─ Habeeb Abu-Futtaim, <i>The Souq Waqif's Army</i></span><br />
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No, nothing sums up to it. Just a separation; a gap, a void, a distance from everyone and everything. Towering. Extending. Prolonged. And I wish I was one of those many poets who could alter this hopelessness into something delightful. But you don't understand. You won't understand. And I can't explain.</div>
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We are all responding to our capacity to execute life and live fully; not in finding the breach that you thought never existed in the first place, not in filling holes, nor keeping up with someone who's lost, or probably wasn't even there to begin with. We don't have to venture and experience the world in the way we have been told to. So maybe, just maybe, in parting we could grow.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06346921032674150940noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309322032499266091.post-6156840910170319272013-02-21T06:05:00.001-08:002014-03-14T00:28:46.633-07:00Pillars of Salt and Pillars of Sand<span style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">If there is no love in the world, we will make a new world, and we will give it heavy walls, and we will furnish it with soft red interiors, from the inside out, and give it a knocker that resonates like a diamond falling to a jeweler's felt so that we should never hear it. Love me, because love does not exist, and I have tried every thing that does. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Lie dark, their waves curling,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Canvases of cloth of fabric;</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Pulling our vessel to the elements, bellowing,</span><br />
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<span style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>I felt that there was a piece of me missing, a piece that had become so unnerved that it fell away without me feeling it. I didn't even know what piece it was ─ I just felt the gap, and whatever it was, it must have been important. </b>─ David Levithan, <i>Love is the Higher Law</i></span></span></div>
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<span style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>It was not the feeling of completeness that I so needed, but the feeling of not being empty. </b>─ Jonathan Safran Foer, <i>Everything is Illuminated</i></span></span></div>
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<span style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Sometimes I think everyone is just pretending to be brave, and none of us really are. Maybe pretending is how you get brave, I don't know.</b> ─ George Raymond Richard Martin, <i>A Storm of Swords</i></span></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06346921032674150940noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309322032499266091.post-2112174413667045812013-02-08T10:55:00.000-08:002014-03-14T00:35:25.024-07:00All That He Ever WasHe talks as if everything is fine<br />
Questions my motives<br />
as if I'm calling my bluff<br />
Insults my character<br />
as if I'm lesser than the entirety of this generation's worst<br />
He talks as if everything is fine<br />
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He talks as if everything is fine<br />
Degrades my goals<br />
as if I'm incapable of achieving them<br />
Tears my dreams<br />
as if I'm better off living his reality<br />
He talks as if everything is fine<br />
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He talks as if everything is fine<br />
"I love you," in the end, he says<br />
He talks as if everything is fine<br />
He is everything.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06346921032674150940noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309322032499266091.post-26497331578995661172013-02-04T09:26:00.002-08:002014-03-14T00:42:27.450-07:00Silence the Internal Dialogue<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06346921032674150940noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309322032499266091.post-850549835033302632013-02-03T13:12:00.000-08:002014-03-14T00:46:28.757-07:007 Things Even My Closest Friends Don't Probably Know About Me<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I love to find the bad in people before actually knowing the good in them. That way, I distinguish decisions, actions and circumstance with good reason and of greater impact. And for the most interesting part, there's the tendency that people annoyingly disappoint you then ridiculously surprise you later when you least expect it. Bittersweet!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">As I quote Anita Shreve, "I wonder this: if you take a woman and push her to the edge, how will she behave?" I will take the leap. Yes, I am the most stubborn person in all the land! Let the stillness of mountains be tested, just so I can prove my stand no matter how pointless, unnecessary or inconvenient they may seem.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Silence is by far the most deafening sound I've ever heard. It is, in it's simplest sense, the complication in uniformity, the trouble when you are still, everything in an abyss of nothingness. It's the kind of noise that haunts you sleepless at night, the ship that meant to sail endlessly. Very consuming.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Often times, I involuntarily tuck my hair behind my ears. Hate it. It's practically the only mannerism I first realized doing in 3rd grade, tried training out of my system since, shamefully kept failing. People mistake it for flirtatious body language, like it's supposed to actually mean something. Well it doesn't, for me, at the very least. I purposely did it for someone once, I wasn't even flirting! And I felt absolutely ridiculous.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I like the number 7. It looks symmetrical to number 1 without the commitment of having to be the best. The casualness of being figuratively and literally odd, and the remoteness of being a tad off fascinates me. Like how I find a lapse in a specific style to be very amusing, or a peculiar trait in various people's character that makes them equally diverse from one another, so adorable and interesting altogether.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I tend to keep explaining myself to people, only to realize that the only person I needed to believe in what I was saying was me. I think that telling people why I act and think such changes their perspectives to understand my point of view, when I'm also subconsciously changing mine. Oops, there I go again.</span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06346921032674150940noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309322032499266091.post-84208322298290232092013-01-21T12:27:00.002-08:002014-03-14T00:50:26.040-07:00Block the Sound<div style="text-align: justify;">
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My theory is, that when it comes about an important subject, there's only two ways a person can answer. Which way they choose tells it who that person is. For instance, there's only two kinds of people in the world: Beatles people and Elvis people. Now, Beatles people can like Elvis, and Elvis people can like Beatles, but nobody likes them both equally. Somewhere, you have to make a choice, and that choice tells it who you are.</div>
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<i style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">n. </i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own — populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness — an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you'll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk. </span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06346921032674150940noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309322032499266091.post-89749863316328189602013-01-06T09:29:00.002-08:002014-03-14T00:51:51.407-07:00Unrequited <div style="text-align: justify;">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Funny how I came across this old post from exactly three years ago HAHAHA so here's to everything, coming down to nothing. Didn't mean anyone then, don't mean anyone all the same.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I've found almost everything ever written about love to be true. Shakespeare said "Journeys end in lovers meeting." What an extraordinary thought. Personally, I have not experienced anything remotely close to that, but I am more than willing to believe Shakespeare had. I suppose I think about love more than anyone really should. I am constantly amazed by its sheer power to alter and define our lives. It was Shakespeare who also said "love is blind". Now that is something I know to be true. For some quite inexplicably, love fades; for others love is simply lost. But then of course love can also be found, even if just for the night. And then, there's another kind of love: the cruelest kind. The one that almost kills its victims. Its called unrequited love. Of that I am an expert. Most love stories are about people who fall in love with each other. But what about the rest of us? What about our stories, those of us who fall in love alone? We are the victims of the one sided affair. We are the cursed of the loved ones. We are the unloved ones, the walking wounded. The handicapped without the advantage of a great parking space! Yes, you are looking at one such individual. And I have willingly loved that man for over three miserable years! The absolute worst years of my life! The worst Christmas', the worst Birthday's, New Years Eve's brought in by tears and valium. These years that I have been in love have been the darkest days of my life. All because I've been cursed by being in love with a man who does not and will not love me back. Oh god, just the sight of him! Heart pounding! Throat thickening! Absolutely can't swallow! All the usual symptoms.</span></div>
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