I feel like nobody wants me.

Watch me disappear.

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draem treu

Tammy and Carl, like hundreds of thousands of people a year, came to Los Angeles to make their dreams come true. Sometimes it happens.


-Bright Shiny Morning by James Frey

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some things i want to remember

stolen from PostSecret.


"Everything worth knowing leaves bruises."



I have a story inside of me... but it feels too big to tell.



"In the real world you have to wear shoes."

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water.balloon.cake.field.friends


credits to Kelly.

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And you thought the sky was blue.

He watches the sun rise, watches the sky turn gray, silver, white, he watches the sky turn pink and yellow, he watches the sky turn blue... 


-Bright Shiny Morning by James Frey

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The Week

by G and I.

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Unspeakably Dull...

I do not believe that one could live, consciously, boring lives.


Or is that just me?

(From the side of Delerium)

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Cereal

Cornflakes with Fruit

Honey Oh's 
Tiny Waffles (dipped in honey)
Chocolate Rice
Oatmeal Squares
Honey Stars (damn ants)
Koko Crunch (siblings eat too much of it)

=)

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Ruminating freedom.

Jet propulsion,
Heart combustion.

I am deeply frustrated.

Trying to put the pieces together. Trying to form a picture. 

Take it from where you can. Your heart is bleeding but all you have is sand.

"The more and more one becomes accustomed to looking at art with the widest eyes possible-- the more one realizes that there are infinite ways of interpreting meaning."-Winter's Edge

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Sunday After Noon

It was a hot day. It just seems right that it rains during the evening. I open the curtains and the windows. The rain comes down as an endless sheet of grey. The air is still, but the water floods all the surfaces. The coolness is palpable. I switch off the light, a beacon of heat in this small room. Two Door Cinema Club sings to the rain. 

And I just woke up.

I'm ready to stone. 

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bore.d box-ed

Only as a person with no desire is apt to be. I am supposed to have the world as my plaything. I live in the age of the Internet and the amazing. Yet I find myself feeling like I have nothing to do at all. And I feel restless, only as someone well rested is bound to feel. I feel wasted, only as someone that is wasting time is sure to feel.

What could possibly take me out of this conundrum? Only thought, and ideas, for now, just seem pretty hard come by. Feeling jaded and out of touch. Feeling stagnant and slowly, even falling behind.

I'm living in the box, take me out of here. I'm living in the box, I need some fresh air.

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