January 2011
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Morning is my favorite time of day. It’s like everything’s starting out fresh...
– Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via andrewharlow)
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i love staring at Zorro when he’s trying to sleep. you can tell he slightly opens his eyes to see if i’m still doing it. and of course, i am. come on, he asks for it!
oh what fun you can have when trying to avoid studying for biology. next, i’ll start whispering his name, and if he looks up, i’ll quickly look away and act like i did nothing. just to make him feel like...
i need to stop listening to Radiohead after 9 pm.
so this is it.
this is life. your heart tells you who you are, maybe. and then you find your head will spend the rest of its time complaining over it. and then you sit in this chair and think and avoid homework and college applications and anything good for you because you want to think about how you’ll never let yourself love someone. because you want to savor the impossible situation...
i saw a face in the moon last night, and it was snarling at me.
oh but i don’t care what my head says anymore. it’s crazy, anyways.
there’s a difference between genuine happiness and the kind you think is right. i guess.
“Do you want to see a therapist? it’s covered in our insurance.”
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so, you know..
keep your love locked down.
i can’t wait to talk about sex with Mr. Counsell.
dear emily,
scuppernongnicole:
jasper national park. this summer. canada. eh?
dear nicole,
i’ve never heard aboot this place. i’m down for it, though. maybe while we’re up there we can stop somewhere and get a double-double. i hear they’re good, but we’re going to need some loonies or toonies to purchase it. even though it’s summer, can i still bring a tuque and a...
i have this pit in my stomach that’s telling me, “you’re not gonna make it, kid.
because all you want to do is sit in warm showers and think about things you’d be too afraid to think about anywhere else and make up conversations with people you would never have.”
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