February 2011
January 2011
..just last the year.
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Cheer up!
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“Unless its mad passion or extraordinary love, it’s a waste of time. there...”
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Teenage dream...
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A poem about empathy
Walking through the underground I looked into a mirror To be bluntly disgusted with what I saw I saw this girl no, not even a girl, not even a person it was to vial to be called human it was This inhuman abstract thinker With love flowing out her eyes and fingernails Like the blood of a diseased patient Pouring ferociously and infecting everyone in the room She was the kind of fool The kind of...
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Today was a little better.
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“I’m rarely sure of things. To me, being sure means you’d be willing...”
– This one is all me
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When I see you walking down the hallway all I want...
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I wish I wrote more when I was in love.
Love is such an abstract feeling. And I’m so good at thinking of querky metaphors and comparisons to tell you what abstract is. I was in love. I know I was. And that is such a hard feeling to get back, and I just feel like if I had written more about how it felt and what it was like..I wouldn’t feel so empty right now
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“There’s too much talking and not enough time, let’s close our eyes...”
– “You’re The Ocean” - Teitur
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I thought things were going to be okay