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i just picked up my book (or well, the binder that holds the various
jottings and paragraphs that constitutes my whole
'book' idea) and for the first time ever
(that i can remember anyway)
i feel like i'm actually
going to finish it.
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it's funny how i honestly just love the shit out of life. -
half finished pages at dawn
if anything, i've learned that you can't always go home... you can't always be warm inside.
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concerning my last four or so entries;
DISREGARD THAT, I SUCK COCKS.
the sheets smell like him and i smell like him and i've been such an idiot.
i'm so lucky to have this. -
choke that thief called dependence
warning; this post includes elements that are somewhat poisonous to common sense such as "desperation" and "things i will probably regret writing later on"
the music in my ears is mindnumbingly loud, and deliberately so. here goes my last hope of blasting these words out of my brain before i get a chance to write them down.
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ashes.
and it's funny really, how a couple of chaste kisses in a parking lot can restore someone's faith in mankind - it almost made me forget how forcefully fall struck this year, dragging everyone down with it and forcing them to give in, give up, move on. and when i say almost, i mean almost as in for a moment there, i kind of managed to ignore how the ( Read more... ) -
"this is between me and this blade, and my heart"
and slowly, slowly, i feel like i can actually breathe again. jaws and fists start to unclench as i revel in the familiar prickling feeling that i always fail to locate but recognize right away - the feeling of long-gone optimism returning to settle somewhere behind my eyes.
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