"while being hurt and saved by trival words"


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fluorescent lights, high lighters and coffee tea; post-it notes and little written messages.

I wonder if there are people that we're destined to meet. People that we're linked to. It sounds so funny, when I said that but, dearest, meeting you wasn't simply by chance. How idiosyncratic, how extraordinary it was. Why did Tabitha talk to me that ( Read more... )

Why, hello, stranger. I do believe that I know you from yester-year.
Let us meet again, someday.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY~♥!!!

Wishing Abi and Khiem, a very, very very happy birthday, as well as a most wonderful birthday party!

stop and smell the roses sometime, dearest

my body's all black and blue, green and purple, what ugly colors I see written on my arm, my hands blue and black, red and green, it's all just messages to myself that remind me that I'm alive afterall, post-its and black markers, white boards and chalk, i like the smell of expo markers that tell me ( Read more... )

I absolutely despise pens, their permanently, the way the ink rolls out without hesitation; without patience ( Read more... )

"So what does Cuba stand for?"

"C·u·b·a?"

"Cars unite bunnies above!"

That was totally not funny but I was high, I started laughing like crazy. ><; & then, I fell down the stairs and kinda-sorta-twisted my ankle in a totally non-funny way. Buuut, hey, it was still ( funny )

I find myself forcing me to write entries, to update, to sign on to AIM. What a silly, silly notion indeed ( Read more... )

So we were eating dinner...

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