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seasonal affective disorder, and -- triumph.
I did it. I fucking did it. Grass stains and three hours of sleep, but I did it, I did it ( Read more... ) -
realizations come so fast.
dear r---,
it's growing, this strange fascination with enlightenment, this tugging pull toward momentum. And it's growing. Not just growing. Growing painful. Resistance.
My resolve, something so often a source of pride, has molded into something flimsy, a fragile ting, subject to the power of how exactly I'm allowed to seek you each day.
my sturdy ( Read more... ) -
everything's an act when you're pleasing everyone.
Thoughts battle words over deeds-
A war with such casualties.
Lyrics true to life, to be sure. I'm hardly ever sure what I'll end up doing anymore. I'm unpredictable, even to myself. Let's see if I can control myselt tonight, shall we?
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smart decisions are in short supply.
especially concerning this newly blossomed masochism that forces me to time travel. I suppose it's not so odd that I should be curious what it would be like to take a trip to last year. I just want to see what it's like.
I won't actively search for it. It's out of my hands now. But I can't help but hope that things work out just so I can get that ( Read more... ) -
actually, fuck it, I disagree with censorship.
- Victory has been achieved, and it is in the form of ----'s wet
dream. It's a small victory, but as they say, one baby step at a time.
Milestone-esque dirty dream aside (or nightmare, as he liked to
call it), I've been thinking about dreams more than I'd like to. You
would think that after years of nightmares, I would grow accustomed
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somehow, it's always AP lit.
Ten thirty, sitting nearly on top of a pile of unfolded clothing that was meant to be neatly piled into a suitcase by now, staring at a word document containing half of an AP Lit blog post about a poem that rhymes too much and is slightly annoying. Thoughts disjointed, phone ringing off the hook even though I have made an abundance of things ( Read more... ) -
in the most exciting thing that's happened to David...
Real life found me, and it discovered me to be full of sex, AP Lit and pillowcases.
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you make me a criminal, don't you know?
Apparently, you're officially back in my life. Every bit of you.
Everything from your lopsided smile, your fine hair, your gentle whine, and mild critisisms, and that elephant in the room. Everything. I missed it. I did. I missed it and now I want it and I can't deny it and I'm turning my fucking livejournal in a place to write about it.
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the best way to read shakespeare (or any sort of reading material)
There is nothing like slipping into a hot bubble bath for ten minutes, getting dizzy with the heat, and then lying on the cool tile of the bathroom floor and listening to the buzz of bubbles dissolving on your body. The process can be enjoyable repeated until you finish that damn Hamlet.
Try it sometime.