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Yes, yes, you've seen it before, but the text makes ALL THE DIFFERENCE.

Okay, that is a lie. But I lawled anyway.

Back. We're okay. I'm fine. There's not much to talk about. I'm still really tired.

Waking up is like shaking out a puzzle now. He opens his eyes and his dreams cling like dried scales. Heaviness in his lids, opening an umbrella at the bottom of a well, nonsensical jagged scraps of images and juddering feeling: hands jammed in his chest, clawing at the cold coals, and the terrible thing is that they're just trying to help ( Read more... )

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it’s in your blood but not in mine
what’s in your blood is in my mind
something’s broken in the way we smile
it is within us all the time


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so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
Love and selfishness are always going to be the same thing for him. The sullen looks, the embittered twist of the mouth, the persistently young quality to his voice and face -- he needs and rejects that need. He's only now learned what it is to give in gracefully, ( Read more... )

( The universe works on a math equation that never even ever really even ends in the end. Infinity spirals out creation. We're on the tip of its tongue, and it is saying:
we ain't sure where you stand. )

It's not like he's ever looked into it, but he's pretty certain that the PinPoint makes small adjustments for you when you enter the coordinates. So you don't end up appearing halfway in a wall or, for instance, partially stuck through the building that comprises one half of an alley near the movie theater. Or in the dumpster right over here, for ( Read more... )

There's a frustrated scribble on the latest section of John's notes, which he seems to be developing an interest in despite himself. Of course, he's probably sleeping on them, which may make reading difficult ( Read more... )

It's not that I'm not serious about wanting to get Liz back. I just don't want to feel, think, or act like there's another possible outcome. I don't ever want to believe we all couldn't be together at least one last time. Okay that sounds kind of lame. I don't know. I haven't felt right for a long time and for some reason I think if Liz were back I ( Read more... )