“But love is different for every person. For some it's hate, for some it's joy, for some it's fear, for some it's jealousy, for some it's torture, for some it's peace. For some it's everything.” 

Time was passing like a hand waving from a train I wanted to be on. I hope you never think about anything as much as I think about you. (

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do youknow what's beautiful about desperation, and sadness?  what's so wonderful about misery and hopelessness and being alone?  what makes people who have problems and holes and flaws and fixtures the most beautiful, and do you understand tragedy and attractive and compelling and dangerous? can you look beyond anything, and everything, and do you ( Read more... )

because when you're up, you're up. and when you're down, it's done.

i miss who i used to be. i guess i just miss all of it. the terror, the pain, the fear, the love, the laughing. 
it doesn't matter what i miss. it doesnt' even matter who was there. 
it matters that now i'm here, and i'm losing my mind.

and all i can think about
all that matters to me right now is

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it's hard not to be romantic about baseball.


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Don’t stay up all night thinking about this.