July 2011
Jul 31st
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Jul 31st
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Jul 31st
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Jul 29th
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Sleepy eyes
I love the feeling of pure exhaustion. When you’re body just begs for blissful rest. Mounds of pillows and the lullaby the ceiling fan sings. Too tired to even think or question. Just slowly slipping into sweet dreams.
Jul 29th
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Jul 29th
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Jul 28th
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Limits
Today really tested mine.  How much strength I truly have. When I’m walking through aisles wanting to break down looking at the shelves. But then there’s that person who’s there to hold your hand afterwards. And buys you ice cream and sings you made up love songs because they’re your best friend.  
Jul 28th
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Jul 26th
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Jul 25th
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Jul 25th
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Jul 25th
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Jul 25th
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Jul 25th
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Amy
Sure, the thought of someone passing is always saddening, but what I don’t understand is why people are acting devastated over her death. She was a fantastic blues artist, I’ll give you that, but individually? She was a terrible role model and a hardcore addict who needed help. I feel like some people looked up to her because she had some hard-ass, “i don’t give a fuck...
Jul 24th
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Jul 23rd
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Jul 23rd
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Jul 23rd
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Bear
A few days ago, I had a talk with someone very close to me about the definition of a best friend. She asked me to be hers because we both know that come next year we’ll both be empty handed. We shared that there were those who claimed our friendship but we also realized that if they really cared they’d have our best interest at heart, and empty promises wouldn’t exist. That an...
Jul 23rd
tick tock, tick tock
times running out
Jul 23rd
Jul 22nd
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Jul 22nd
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Seventeen
I’m less than a year away from being adult. I’ve been making my own decisions for quite some time now, as you see, even stupid ones. I’ve fucked up. I’ve been good. I’ve experienced a lot. I think I’m old enough to interpret my feelings: pain, heartbreak, depression, whatever they are. So please don’t go and tell me what I have isn’t love. It’s...
Jul 22nd
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Jul 20th
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Tap on my window, knock on my door I want to make...
Jul 20th
waldosia
24ribs: n. [Brit. wallesia] a condition characterized by scanning faces in a crowd looking for a specific person who would have no reason to be there, which is your brain’s way of checking to see whether they’re still in your life, subconsciously patting its emotional pockets before it leaves for the day.
Jul 18th
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