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Next project:

Turning this into a photo journal. Hm. Thoughts?

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I escaped inside of a heartbeat_.

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"She was too strong in her humanity to be the plaything of Circumstance, that 'inexorable' master of all ye that are weak in spirit. She would not be dominated by the Dominant Idea of the Age, nor yet by the power of her immediate environment. For the really strong, even if they cannot change their environment, do not suffer the environment to ( Read more... )

I wake up in the morning so disappointed. I dream every night now, sometimes up to three seperate dreams, vivid _ and they are so realistic. Perhaps I should sleep now, go into the otherworld _ I can see you there at least, darling.

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We're worlds apart and I miss you. Is that so complicated?

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(If we were an army, IF WE BELIEVED that we were an army / and we believed that we were an army we believed...) // BUT EVERYONE WAS SCARED... // (Like little, lost children in their grown-up clothes and poses...) // (And the golden heart rusted in the dust with the / pigeon shit and ( Read more... )

Sometimes, we do not believe in the beauty we possess. We spin in circles trying to find beauty and all we find is endless hallways, tumbling down infinite stairs; kind of like Alice falling down the rabbit hole, but with stairs, gravity and bruises. We find our own kind of beauty, which is often obscure and strange ( Read more... )

I asked my father to give me his old dog tags from when he was in the army, he said he would look for them. Still looking for skeleton keys as always.

Sometimes I am a good daughter, really.

Summer is here and so is misery and ugly tanlines.

I want nothing more than to curl up with you and hide my face in your shirt.