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[spoon_of_doom]

My life can be defined as this:

Whenever you look for something, it's never there.
The minute you don't want it anymore, it pops up.

I need to listen to Radiohead, read Pablo Neruda and cry some more. Bye.

Comments

[forest_of_stone]

david why don't you call me when you decide you're not going out?

[_neverbird]

i love you.

[bensthereason]

sigh. are you having trouble getting it up again?

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miss you!

[konstant_rave]

omg pablo neruda.....i'm in love w/that one love sonnet that he wrote that we read in class last year, remember? best. poem. EVER.
ps - i miss you