June 2011
13 posts
free-h32 asked: I really really reeeally enjoy your blog so much =D
And thanks for the follow by the way!
Jun 29th
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I hope that I am just a naive twenty-year-old and not a genius. I hope I am wrong. We like to love because we like when the love comes back. I think that’s what we like most about people, is how they make us feel. If it were enough to just love without expectation then house plants and cats would be enough. Strangers would be enough. Books and movies would be enough. These things are places...
Jun 27th
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Anonymous asked: You are absolutely gorgeous.
Jun 24th
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Jun 23rd
Little things. And not all at once like I usually try. I can’t keep pushing on mountains. I could start picking up rocks, though.
Jun 23rd
It turned into one of those days where shit just feels wrong. There’s an air of doom, but not in the dramatic way, just in the unsettling way. The way papers look messy sitting on a desk, the way it gets later and later but your alarm clock stays set for the same early hour. It’s in the way I find old pictures of myself and can see how perfect I was, but not while I was there, and how...
Jun 22nd
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Jun 21st
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Jun 19th
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Jun 16th
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Run, Baby, Run (Journal entry 5/28/11)
I sat out here the morning after our first date. I was so grateful to fall asleep last night; This morning when I opened my eyes, after the wave of fear and sickness moved through me, all I could think was “Not yet, please.” I’m looking at the pond and all I want to do is run, screaming, towards it. I want my chest to burn and my legs to lose feeling. I want to cry and vomit, and...
Jun 11th
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Jun 3rd
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Dear Dylan
You are one of the lucky ones; one that is naturally talented and captivated by the world. Now, get the fuck out of your head and enjoy the life that is unfolding around you, you wonderful bitch. Love, Dylan
Jun 2nd
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Bitter.
The truth is, is that I’m terrified. That men only want sex and women are left hungry for something that is made up. That no man can love as fearlessly and as big as I can. That I won’t be able to share my life with someone. That life doesn’t have magic in it. That there are no second chances. No right place right time. No big risks and big pay offs. No fulfillment. No beauty. ...
Jun 1st
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