March 18th's Episode of Fringe (Season 3 | Ep. 17 | Stowaway)

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Olivia Dunham (Anna Torv) 'as' William Bell (Leonard Nimoy)

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this is all.

( You’re kind of just falling apart there, despite all attempts and meager finger-grabbing at ripping seams. I see you thinking lately that you aren’t worthy of love, due solely to the fact that you’re so fucked up and you come from places so fucked up that surely no one else could understand this, unless they’ve been there, and if that’s the case two wrongs certainly don’t make anything right. Few things do. Loose threads make for very messy ends, tied up carelessly and discarded as solution to a means. Plainly: broken hearts don’t explode, they implode. )

i am not one to tweet ...

but

i do enjoy indulging in 'what-if' scenarios.

so ...

i thought up some twitter names.

pi | 314... | 314159... | 314159265358979

ALL.BLOODY.TAKEN.

fine. i like phi too.

phi | 1618... | 161803... | 161803398874

then -> 1618033988749

I had to type phi to the 13th. effing. place in order to procure it as a ( Read more... )

since it IS the new year, i figured i should at least provide an update ( Read more... )

I have much to be grateful for, but there are times, when my mind wanders toward the realm of 'regret'.

And so, on my birthday, I am allowing myself this single indulgence:

I regret that we will always be in love, like we always have been, and that we will never be together like we deserve.

Finis.

HELLO WORLD,

I'm on the verge, the brink, the edge.

The scales are tipping.

But in which direction?

Now, that is the big question.

I promise I'll write back when I find out.

Which, will hopefully be, really-really-really soon.

GOODBYE WORLD!

i painstakingly listened to each lyric trying to find some simple... or even better dreadfully complicated answer to everything. i wanted so desperately to stumble upon a revelation a mind blowing realization to everything. to have all the answers spill out from my tiny ear pieces.

but it was driving southwest into an early morning storm with ( Read more... )

"Tonight, I feel like my whole body is made out of memories. I'm a mixtape, a cassette that's been rewound so many times you can hear the fingerprints smudged on the tape."

Stop playing me, goddammit.

the worst part is when the realization that you're completely alone hits you.
wake the fuck up.

i don't sleep until my eyes can barely stay open. sometimes i sleep with the light on. because i'm afraid of the dark - because if i don't, i wake up afraid i've just lost someone i love.

i am fucking selfish. i want him to stay here because he is ( Read more... )

i think I've lost my sense of style, my creative direction, my muse.
I wonder if she can be bribed with tea and biscuits?

Fuck. I hate feeling this skewed. Being old is not an easy task. Why can't I be 17 forever?
Oh, and note to self - I am not ready to let it in. But then the question is, when will I ever be?