i always know when im about to cry.

right about when i get the tingly feeling in the back of my ears and the tip of my nose.

i had a chore chart when i was little. if i completed the chart within a week, i would get THIS.


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this past weekend was a warm fuzzy blur
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music shouldnt define you or categorize you.

its not like you wrote it.

they say scent sparks memories the strongest, but i think music does.
and i hate when it reminds me of bad memories or memories that i miss and can never get back.

especially if its a good song

sometimes when i look at men like my father, or my friends dads, or even tv dads, i wonder if they used to be the deceitful manipulative guys we knew as teenagers, and if so, when did they finally make the turn around and become the loving fathers we all know.


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my friend told me about how she went to a gas station the other day and saw the manager behind the counter. he was an indian man wearing a nice tie and suit. she couldnt help but think how intriguing it was that he took pride and dignity in something so much to come to work all dressed up, for a job that wouldnt necessarily seem that imperative to ( Read more... )

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this week can be summed up into one word.

ugh.

on the positive note, i am almost finished with my painting.

oh how liberating