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April 25th, 2010
April 22nd, 2010
11:35 pm
Summer is finally here
I am doing my internship this summer
I hate it, when freedom is taken away
but I need to suck it up
I need to pull through
11 months,daffy
I can do this
How many special people change?
how many lives are living strange?
where were you while we were getting high?
someday you will find me
caught beneath the landslide
in a champagne supernova in the sky
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April 7th, 2010
06:32 pm
You will never get over it, but you will get used to it. Just let yourself feel what you need to feel, even if it hurts.
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03:50 am
It is only when parents consistently overprotect toddlers or criticize accidents that children develop an excessive sense of shame and doubt about their ability to control themselves and their world.
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12:35 am
When you're different, sometimes you don't see the millions of people who accept you for what you are. All you notice is the one person who doesn't.
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April 6th, 2010
05:40 pm
"And then at some point, I just...stopped being the girl who belonged at college or anywhere, for that matter"
"Everyone belongs somewhere."
"Maybe not everyone,maybe some people just get lost"
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April 3rd, 2010
04:58 am
In the space between yes and no, there's a lifetime. It's the difference between the path you walk and one you leave behind; it's the gap between who you thought you could be and who you really are; it's the legroom for the lies you'll tell yourself in the future.
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01:09 am
Three women were talking about the inconveniences of growing old."sometimes", one of them confessed,"when I go to my refrigerator, I can't remember if I'm putting something in or taking something out."
"oh,that's nothing," said the second women." there are times when I find myself at the foot of the stairs wondering if I'm going up or if I've just come down."
"well, my goodness!" exclaimed the third woman, " I'm certainly glad I don't have any problems like that" - and she knocked on wood. "oh, she said, starting up out of her chair, "there's someone at the door."
whahahah.
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April 2nd, 2010
March 31st, 2010
01:15 am
We must get our hearts broken sometimes. This is a good sign, having a broken heart. It means we have tried for something.
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