December 2010
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for one more day.
I had a grand plan to dedicate a long, elaborate entry to the wonderful year of 2010, but as I lie in bed with my head wrapped around events that happened throughout this year, I am stumped—where do I begin? I wonder if one’s year ends up feeling much shorter when s/he has a completely displaced notion of home, or when you’ve been leaving in more than one place for a substantial...
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This hole in my heart has now evolved into a shape that I can no longer fathom; this “you” whom I knew would fit right in has transposed along with the lines of time to a new melody that I no longer know how to sing along to. The pieces are one and one which don’t add up—but here I am holding up these two parts of me in both hands, quivering because I am so fucking tired of...
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flashdance
I don’t know how to feel about you asking me to clean my room while listening to Irene Cara, What a Feeling (You know, Flashdance?). Although when I saw that you sent a link to a song, I guessed something along ABBA, Backstreet Boys, or the like. But I am mad, so I get away with things like this. Cleaning is just cleaning, but people love attaching their emotions and sentiments to physical...
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Save Room
Keep walking, you never know where your legs will take you. You do know we have been walking in circles and I have seen this lady in blue for the hundredth time right? Right turn it is, we should be able to find our way out. Out of places to take a drag. Drag me away from this dark corner. Corner me and I might just tackle the shit out of you. You see I’ve only eaten a small muffin since...
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Trojan.
Carefully, I stack bricks one on top of the other, making sure they are staggered in formation, never having one directly above another. I remind myself, this has to be strong; stronger than ever. Slowly, I build up walls around me, making sure I am safe inside; safe. But I build this fort around me as if it was ever necessary. People enter anyway, and leave as they please. And who am I to...
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“Some old Johnny says there are three cures for ennui: sleep, drink, and travel.”
– D. H. Lawrence, Women In Love (via thebastardzacharypearse)
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no place like home
But how can you truly say you’ve been to some place (already); I don’t believe we are ever done with a place: the streets, the alleys, the corners, the spaces, the buildings, the atmosphere. they will never ever be the same; if people change, so do places, and definitely, so do experiences. Why should home be one place. It makes me sad—that feeling you get when you know...
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Coldplay - Violet Hill
I took my love down to...
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meningslöst saknas.
Sometimes it’s hard to believe almost a year has gone by, and soon we will say goodbye to the year 2010 like we did with any other year. Some years you just forget—perhaps you didn’t quite know what you were doing, groping around in the dark for an entire year; just like that, days go by without you knowing and a year comes to an end. Other years you wish you could just stop time...
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“So long as you write what you wish to write, that is all that matters; and...”
– Virginia Woolf (A Room of One’s Own)
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"After all this time?"
“Always.”
Hssshh.
Sidedish friend.
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I dont think much about you anymore
You’re...
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but life isn’t an investment.
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hey ho let's go.
Maybe cynicism is just an euphemism for the indifference that has now plagued your bones and polluted your veins. But it’s fine I suppose, everything takes a little bit of adjustment and a little bit of getting used to. After a while, it feels like you knew no other way of living, you knew no other way of being. And that’s when you muster the courage to look in the mirror and admit...
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“To be with the one I love and to think of something else; this is how I have my...”
– Roland Barthes
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it never rains enough to cool my fever;
the way words catch me by surprise,
almost like a hand that appears
out of no where, in a crowd.
taking a hold on me,
comprehending me.
jolting me out of
my own revelry—
I very much like to
stay in here.
there is company in
schizophrenic
conversations.
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the scent of lime.
perhaps the one who shapeshifts,
bending forward and back,
drifting through everyone else’s
skies and oceans
never quite realizes that
the sublimity of beauty
needs no justification;
it seeks no explanation.
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“You must train your intuition — you must trust the small voice inside you which...”
– Ingrid Bergman (via kari-shma)
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the well.
You know what is worse than failure? Accepting whatever you have, throwing in the towel. And you know what is worse than that? Thinking that what you have now is the best that you can ever achieve, the best that you deserve. Mediocrity is contagious. And mediocrity disguises itself in many ways: routine, comfort, security, ignorance, resignation, what have you. The world is so big, opportunities...
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The Bus Driver.
His vision trailed the middle-aged woman as she ran desperately after the bus. She was just half a metre away from the bus when he clicked casually on the button which slammed the door right in her face. She stood there, speechless and indignant. There was no way she would allow herself such injustice and ridicule. She pounded furiously at the door. He could no longer control that grin which soon...
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