Love lubricates his charm. Without it, he is only obnoxious. His words are sweet but becoming abrasive with the fading of warm, sincere affection.

Jules' generosity, innocence and vulnerability amazed and won me over. He was such a contrast to other men.

I don't know what I'm doing with my life. I'm so confused. I've lost sight of the bigger picture.

Are you out there? I'll be waiting.

and everytime, it goes like this...
cue! the music flourishes
as I clutch at my heart
but that's okay,
there's poetry to this
it would be less profound if i didn't feel the pain
or learn (yet another) lesson

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I'm too old for this.

So say I accidentally bled onto my own food, let's say it's ham, then I ate it anyway, but I mean straightaway. I can't get food poisoning from that right? Coz it's my own blood. So then I'm thinking.. if you ever ate yourself, like if you ate your own flesh, do you even have to cook it? You wouldn't right. That's pret-ty cool, pretty cool.

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I am so attracted to those buskers in the tunnel to Railway Square. Like, all of them. They're so mysterious and diamond-in-the-rough-y.

Imagine the entire history of our planet as one calendar year - where each calendar day represents approximately 12 million years of history ( Read more... )