March 2012
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February 2012
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I am sad we couldn’t be happy at the same time when our happiness depended...
I am my own worst enemy.
I am incredibly gifted in the art of self-sabotage.
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warmfuzzies.
i’d much rather lay in a pile of my clean laundry than fold it.
sorry shirts. sorry pants. maybe you’ll be hung up tomorrow.
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favorite word as of late: COPIOUS
coh-pei-us. (adjective) affording an abundant supply; large in number or quantity (especially of discourse).
i love this word quite terribly. it sounds so beautiful and so elegant. to live copiously may to live in excess, but to me it is a much more appreciative and preventative word. to stock up on supplies, to create mementos, to love so deeply that it will never settle for anything other than...
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No one has managed to say what I need to hear.
“You’re right. It is scary. But it’s going to be great. And no matter what, you won’t be alone. No matter what, we are all so proud of you.”
I fear giving up my dreams.. I am too scared to sleep.
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how lucky i am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard..
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i am so lucky to have the pleasure of spending my time with such wonderful people.
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"you seem like a nice girl, i want to help you...
please allow me to explain myself.
i am not one to underthink these sort of things.
life is about choices and chances and changes. it is about deciding to zigzag rather than walk a straight path. it is about saying i am not going to be 40 years old living in my childhood room wishing i had made that call/taken that trip/sang that song/backwards flipped into my pool when i barely know how to...
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holy mother of god...
i have never been so happy and so scared all at once.
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All i can think about is how good bacon-covered...
nomnomnomnomnom.
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You give me the kind of feeling people write novels about.
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i once told me
that i was a beautiful butterfly that did not yet come out of its cocoon, and this tiny shell of mismatched teeth and acne scars would make way for something glorious.
i once told me that i was nothing but dirt and gravel, worse than what people walk all over and too insignificant for something great to be planted in.
i once told me that i would do anything to be loved, no matter how far i would...
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Soft spoken with a broken jaw
Step outside but not to brawl
Autumn’s...
– rhcp
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I cannot stop buying food.
I have a fat rich queen living inside of me.
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