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But since it falls into my lot that I should rise and you should not.
Sometimes it's doing the unromantic things together that are the best. Matti and I painted his kitchen tonight starting at 10:30. We spotted each other while we stood on the counter, and by the end of the evening we were covered in paint, and so was half of his kitchen, in Balai Grass green. We were listening to Jason Robert Brown's The Last Five ( Read more... ) -
Combinations all around us.
So, it's been a while, and I've successfully survived my first year of college. Who knew ( Read more... ) -
Oh it's what you do to me.
I fail. Really? I fail ( Read more... ) -
You'll always be my Konstantine.
I still exist! I promise ( Read more... ) -
Alas.
Oh, the frustrations of just trying to DO THINGS. -
I've got a day and a reason why I should not believe in anything anymore.
I just wrote this amazing huge entry with the fact that I cannot sleep and poetry and thoughts on college and the world and things I've read recently at the library ( Read more... ) -
Hey kid, good morning, you look like an angel.
"Do small things with great love."
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The present's just a pleasant interruption to the past.
I inherently suck my stomach in when I'm genuinely insulted; I've known this for quite some time, now, but only recently have I thought about why this might be. I can't tell if it's my reminder to breathe, to dodge the bullet aimed at the very core of me; I don't know if it's a preemptive strike to stop tears that I'll keep in then, but will ( Read more... ) -
Let me be the first to explain.
I cannot win. I'm coming to terms with that.