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Jesus wasn't born in December ( Read more... )

and i can't complain.

"Why are you going home?"
"Because I want to go home.
I want to sleep.
I want to stop thinking and start dreaming."

Rabbits, owls, and other forest creatures, but not less furry or feathered: it is urgent that we discuss this matter without protest, though I wish it were a topic other than the snow, wind, or frost freezing our humble home, for our hearts may grow cold in this wintry hell, to make us as starved, miserable, and bitter as seeds planted in parched ( Read more... )

Looks like time has finally caught up with me.

I'm ready.

- Cold mornings and the air that flows through my window.
- Leaving without saying "goodbye."
- The sounds of a fake guitar.
- Cranberries with zest from an orange peel.
- Inhaling atmospheric gases other than oxygen.
- The sound of scissors chafing at wrapping paper.
- Contradicting myself.

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Sometimes I think people get the wrong idea about myself and the way I feel.
It's probably because I ignore them sometimes. I hope they don't think that I dislike them because that's far from the truth. I think I care.

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i just got home right now. when i walked in, an incredible smell of cooking accompanied by the sound of laughter and conversation made me feel good. without even looking into the kitchen, the image of the crowded room is strong in my mind. i can see my grandmother at the sink washing vegetables, aunts and uncles slicing things at the table (most ( Read more... )