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08 July 2010 @ 08:20 pm

Are you really living if everyday is the same everyday that you go through everyday? Are you really living if you're living inside yourself? Are you really living, or are you just alive and breathing?


 
 
Current Mood: lazylazy
 
 
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21 May 2010 @ 09:20 pm

Statistics killed me today. I feel the weight of my heart, how it's trying so hard to defy gravity yet the force is too strong for it to take its own weight. I feel how my spirits are so low, much lower than my physical self, how I'm turning myself into a heap of dust on the floor. Insignificant, lonely, not alone. Yet it kills how every single time I don't know the reason for this. Am I not alone in these emotions?

I’m realizing that the only person I can count on is myself. I don’t mean that in the sense that everybody else lets you down. But you’re the only person you’ll see every day, every month, every year. You can’t count that other people won’t change in ways that seem strange or unappealing to you. Everybody changes, and you can’t expect people to change along with you. Thoughts change, emotions change, people change. Our young lives are a rushing stream of experiences, people, experiences, people, experiences, people. And we can’t get off this ride as much as we wanted to. I feel sick sometimes, sick that nobody will stick with me. We fall second and third and fourth and sometimes don’t even make the countdown in terms of who people care about most. I’ll never be a person’s number one. Even our families, or closest friends value and tend to other relationships. -
aloof.LJ
 
 
Current Music: Maybe - Ingrid Michaelson
 
 
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28 March 2010 @ 10:40 pm


This set is amazing. I wish I had a camera to do all these.
 
 
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07 February 2010 @ 12:02 am

Ascension seemed at such times a natural law. If one added it to the law od completion-- that everything must finally be made comprehensible-- then some general rescue of the sort I imagined my aunt to have undertaken would be inevitable. For why do our thoughts turn to some gesture of a hand, the fall of a sleeve, some corner of a room on a particular anonymous afternoon, even when we are asleep, and even when we are so old tht our thoughts have abandoned other business? What are all these fragments for, if not to be knit up finally?
 
 
Current Mood: lazylazy
 
 
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15 January 2010 @ 11:40 pm

 
Every breath, every thought, all motion is part of the ongoing ever-blast of the biggest bang. I feel like I’m riding on the nose of a train some days and I couldn’t force my eyes closed if I tried. That’s why it’s important for me to staple my hat to my scalp, to bow and hum along.
- Jason Mraz

The miracle that is life - why do we often forget that?
Update on mine: Keeping up and kind of liking it. Love is too strong a word.
 
 
Current Mood: chipperchipper