February 2012
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The Notebook didn’t affect me the way that I thought it would. hm.
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I could live in my new sweater forever.
I finished Looking For Alaska by John Green today.
I started That Was Then, This is Now by S.E Hilton today.
I really wish I could stand up without feeling like I was going to black out.
Its crazy how many insignificant thoughts I have, but what is crazier still is how compelled I feel to voice them and the depth of the loss I feel upon sensing that...
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I have this great sense that I need to write, need to create, something beautiful. But all I manage to do is lay here, staring at the ceiling, unable to give this sense a direction. For some reason I feel as though if I could just get everything on paper, on canvas, in chalk, or ink or what have you, then it would make things better. But the gap between sensation and tangible expression just seems...
January 2012
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Woah.
500 notes in one week, on one photograph. Oh me oh my.
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December 2011
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I want to be on a rooftop.
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November 2011
12 posts
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We can be heroes, forever and ever. What d’you say? I, I wish you could...
– David Bowie; the only man that can rhyme “swim” with “swim” and get away with it.
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I really want a cat…like really want one. For some reason, I just feel like all my worries would disappear if I owned a cat.
Songs that you cannot be sad while listening to:
Perfect Day by Hoku
Colours by Grouplove
Love Today by Mika
Frezepop Forever by Freezepop
My Favorite Things from The Sound of Music
Rock n Roll Suicide by David Bowie
Banjo Disco by Morning Teleportation
I Think U Are Great by Yellow Ostrich
Semi Charmed Kind of Life by Third Eye Blind
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October 2011
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July 2011
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May 2011
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The conditions are perfect for the perils of an overactive imagination to flourish and delve into fervent motion. A blank canvas hangs before me, a black abyss of possibility. So many shades of darkness align themselves across the reaches of my vision. The depth endless, endlessly inviting the pairing of creativity and fear. Not to mention those subconscious sweet nothings inaudibly whispered at a...