"All of these memories collide. This is the medium tonight. You and me editing time. I can hear you writing. I read between the lines I can hear you writing - in pictographic signs" New Medium - Lyrics by Faded Paper Figures
"You’re a diamond that I’m afraid to touch, You’re damn near flawless and I’m sure you’d cut on my Eyes, my hands, my head, my heart You’d tear this canvas skin apart Oh what a waste of human art that'd be." - The Muse by Darren Criss
"Truth is like-like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold. You push it, stretch it, it'll never be enough. You kick at it, beat it, it'll never cover any of us. From the moment we enter crying t-to the moment we leave dying, it'll just cover your face as you wail and cry and scream. - Todd Anderson (Dead Poets Society)
“I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life. And I am horribly limited.” - Sylvia Plath
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- Sylvia Plath
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You and me editing time. I can hear you writing. I read between the lines
I can hear you writing - in pictographic signs"
New Medium - Lyrics by Faded Paper Figures
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You’re damn near flawless and I’m sure you’d cut on my
Eyes, my hands, my head, my heart
You’d tear this canvas skin apart
Oh what a waste of human art that'd be."
- The Muse by Darren Criss
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- Todd Anderson (Dead Poets Society)
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- Sylvia Plath
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