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Feb 22, 2010
I remember when we were made of yellow yarn and it was simple. But now we’re brittle and made of glass.
Do you remember what it felt like to be pure?
The sun is melting and the sidewalk is cracking.
We can’t go back.
Feb 14, 2010
I’ve been writing but I’m too scared to share it.
Sorry. I guess I’m self conscious about my writing. I’ll work up the courage when I’ve written something I’m mildly satisfied with, okay?
Feb 14, 2010
4 am
it’s getting to that time of night where I can’t do anything, where my thoughts and emotions get too wild, and it’s best for everyone if I calm the beasts and go to sleep and wake up civilized and clean tomorrow morning.
Feb 6, 2010
I’ve decided to transform this tumblr into a writing blog.
That was kind of my intention for it but then I got so busy. But I’m going to try. Look for that in the next few days or week or whenever I get my act together. :)
Feb 5, 2010
I returned a library book and I accidentally left a piece of paper in it. It was just a list of pretty words that I really liked but I’m embarrassed about it. That was dumb. :(
Somebody else will read them and smile. You did a good thing.
:) Thanks. That’s a good way to look at it. I hope it will make someone smile!
Feb 5, 2010
I want to shake off this awful tiredness but I can’t.Miss Austen Regrets (via knockturn) (via bywolves) (via suicideunderground)
Feb 5, 2010
If you suffer from depression, anything that makes you feel has to be the most important thing in your life, because it’s the only thing that can save you.Siobhan Fahey (via brandon1031) (via nostalgicdreams) (via suicideunderground) (via milktrees)
Feb 5, 2010
I returned a library book and I accidentally left a piece of paper in it. It was just a list of pretty words that I really liked but I’m embarrassed about it. That was dumb. :(
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