June 2012
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And it all came crashing down…
How long before the pieces can’t be put back together?
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Is it such a strange request to want to cry at movies again? I feel as if this incapability makes me inhuman.
I have always expressed tears, whether the movie’s ending was a “… happily ever after” or one that makes me want to go out and jump a cliff from sheer sadness.
Maybe I am just “growing up”, realizing that movies are not a reflection of reality and...
May 2012
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I’m looking for my voice and all I can find are fragments - none of the pieces fit together anymore.
I think I need another cup of coffee.
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My days have been long, fruitless, and poignant. My thoughts have been just as grueling as this desert sun, churning over the next few moments, the future possibilities, the flurry of unanswered questions.
Two more weeks and I’ll finally have a distraction, something to keep me moving partially forward.
And soon after, I’ll be out of this city and headed for a true Texan town.
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I had forgotten how useful my email was, hidden treasures that I carelessly scrolled over this whole time.
I found what I was looking for and now I can only observe. Is it better to be ignorant and blind, or knowledgeable and scarred? Either way, you are still hurt, but you are oblivious to the pain in one.
I’ve always thought of myself as a masochist.
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I’ve watched Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind far too many times now. The more I watch it, the more I can relate to Clementine. I understand her impulsiveness, her drastic need for change, her inability to express herself entirely - to avoid the current moment and escape to a reality where things might be different.
My heart goes out for Joel. I admire who he is and I have come to...
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You’ll be asking yourself just one question,...
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It’s that feeling right before you open the door to your boss’s office, awaiting the worst or best news.
The feeling of speeding through a yellow light, or waking up to a clock that seems to be going faster than you want it to.
My mind is going in circles and I can’t remember events from previous days. I’m losing myself with this feeling and I’m wondering if it...
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I’m dragging my stomach with every step I take, feeling each jolt from the cracks and gravel. (You’re the saddest person I know) The worst part is that I know what’s causing this gut wrenching sensation. (No wonder you’re alone) I’m too proud to make anything right, (How can you stand yourself) But too afraid to admit the wrong. (You’re pathetic)
“Does it break my heart, of course, every moment of every day, into more pieces...”
– Johnathan Safran Foer (via cite-belle)
and-i-awoke asked: Mr. Andersonnnnnnnn
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There are too many broken hearts roaming the empty streets; it’s only a matter of time before I find myself among the rest of them, bleeding lost hopes and memories.
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Clouds are streaked across the sky, like cotton candy over tiny fingers. There’s a slight breeze and I pick up the faint smell of charcoal, meat, and petrichor.
Children scream as the three eyed monster chases them down the street, and the adults laugh at their naivety, secretly wishing their life was just as simplistic.
The trees whisper to each other and I want more than anything to be...
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the-x-imprint asked: reading your tumblr is like sitting by a lake absorbing its tranquility and weaving it into inspiration. i love it. keep on. :)
YEAH WRITE!: Kurt Vonnegut’s 8 Tips on How to... →
yeahwriters:
Use the time of a total stranger in such a way that he or she will not feel the time was wasted.
Give the reader at least one character he or she can root for.
Every character should want something, even if it is only a glass of water.
Every sentence must do one of two things: reveal…
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I picked your cerulean eyes out from a crowd. Two orbs pulsating, a stark contrast with your sun-kissed skin.
The strong features of your face came into view and I grew cold despite being warmed by the sight of your dirty blonde hair, like tiny grains of sand on the beach.
I picked your cerulean eyes out from a crowd, but they never met my own - a dulled brown from chasing old memories.
Your...
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Jerry Brito: Top ten myths about introverts →
jerrybrito:
Myth #1 – Introverts don’t like to talk. This is not true. Introverts just don’t talk unless they have something to say. They hate small talk. Get an introvert talking about something they are interested in, and they won’t shut up for days.
Myth #2 – Introverts are shy. Shyness has nothing to…
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I’ve got a dime to my name And an empty journal. Ideas swivel around with the plastic pen But the ink is drying out.
April 2012
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I’d like to thank the 5 followers of mine who acknowledge my existence.
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My car didn’t break down today.
I climbed the staircase without having a searing pain in my knee.
Classes went by faster than expected.
My experiments were successful.
I coded the data correctly.
I got home safe.
Dinner was already made.
My bed is waiting for me to relax my aching muscles.
So what is there to complain about?
Nothing.
Yet, there is still the indiscernible...
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You’re a worn out enigma,
Like the weekday coffee that is so easy to get.
I remember old receipts
Cluttering my empty wallet.
I think of how many full moons I’ve seen.
The summer heat absorbing the winter air
And the stars are old light
Teasing the hopes of youth.
Baritone voices howl over my thoughts.
I’m in a flurry of bodies
But my eye catches your olive...
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