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[22 Sep 2009|04:18pm] |
My brother and I used to play a game. I'd point to a chair. "THIS IS NOT A CHAIR," I'd say. Bird would point to the table. "THIS IS NOT A TABLE". "THIS IS NOT A WALL," I'd say. "THIS IS NOT A CEILING." We'd go on like that. "THIS IS NOT S CEILING". "IT IS NOT RAINING OUT". "MY SHOE IS NOT UNTIED!" Bird would yell. I'd point to my elbow. "THIS IS NOT A SCRAPE." Bird would lift his knee. "THIS IS ALSO NOT A SCRAPE!" THAT IS NOT A KETTLE!" "NOT A CUP!" NOT A SPOON!" "NOT DIRTY DISHES!" We denied whole rooms, years, weathers. Once, at the peak of our shouting, Bird took a big breath. At the top of his lungs he shrieked: "I! HAVE NOT! BEEN! UNHAPPY! MY WHOLE! LIFE!" "But you're only seven," I said.
Nicole Krauss, The History of Love
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[05 Jul 2009|03:51pm] |
Goodbye gauges, you lasted seven fun years. I'll miss you, but the blood diamonds I will put in your place once you hopefully heal will make this transition a lot easier. This is harder for me than it is for you, I promise.
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| nevermind |
[11 Mar 2009|10:30pm] |
all things move toward their end
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[26 Jan 2009|10:40pm] |
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Grief changes shape, but it never ends. People have a misconception that you can deal with it and say, 'It's gone, and I'm better.' They're wrong. When the people you love are gone, you're alone. I miss being a part of their lives and them being a part of mine. I wonder what the present would be like if they were here - what we might have done together. I miss all the great things that will never be.
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[13 Jan 2009|08:21pm] |
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pull me out of this
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[15 Nov 2008|04:24pm] |
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I'm at the library and this man sits down next to me and offers to help me study. I told him I'd keep it in mind.
this is him:
edit: the librarian came over and told me I cant wear my hood up.
Danny (4:21:11 PM): maybe she thinks some of your rival mexican gang members will see you
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| last weekend |
[28 Jul 2008|02:40pm] |
I broke my phone, spilled coffee all over myself, saw someone disgusting naked, sat in gum, punched a girl, got punched by a boy, was forced to listen to all of a dixie chicks album, forced to eat at a cracker barrel, a million other bad things, and fought with chris the whole time.
Lets do this again soon.
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[28 Feb 2008|11:11am] |
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( . . . ) There's a moment in life where you can't recover any more from another break-up. And even if this person bugs you sixty percent of the time, well you still can’t live without him. And even if he wakes you up every day by sneezing right in your face, well you love his sneezes more than anyone else's kisses. '
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[12 Oct 2007|05:19am] |
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all i needed was to remember why i feel in love with you in the first place.
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[04 Apr 2007|01:47am] |
He told me this yesterday while explaining to me how hurt he was when our relationship ended:
You just don't know what it's like to have the thing you love more than anything get ruined... I hope that happens to you... I hope tetris gets ruined
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| sorry I keep posting :[ |
[05 Feb 2007|07:30pm] |
I came home to my two favorite people in the world and the cake they got me because I had a board exam today. I love my life
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[05 Dec 2006|09:01am] |
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why am i doing this
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| before i go |
[06 Nov 2006|04:29pm] |
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I'll never forgive you, and I thank you for that. Go cry your fucking eyes out.
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[15 Oct 2006|11:03pm] |
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I think it’s really easy to over-glorify somebody.
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[13 Feb 2006|01:52pm] |
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Faith means not wanting to know.
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[03 Feb 2006|02:17pm] |
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I used to count the miles between you and I and curse them each for keeping us apart. Now I curse myself for thinking it was the distance that separated us.
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