Journaling is an intricate affair, a balancing act of giving everything yet not giving away too much of myself. It's in quiet, pensive moments that my fingers itch for an audience the most, but when the stage is actually set I shy away behind an excuse of obligations and justified selfishness. It's a really bad habit, and after seven years I still ( Read more... )

This beauty was written by my wonderful friend ciette. I like how anthemic it is - it's the brooding romantic's youth. Don't tell me you've never been there, unless you were some sort of feral child.

a case of (pointless) attestation
but too little consequenceYour name is pretentious ( Read more... )

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