February 2011
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January 2011
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In ten years
Perhaps it is for selfish reasons, but I would like to be a humanitarian in ten years’ time. I desire a knowledge in medicine by the time I am twenty seven, a feel for the earth in my feet, and a heart better conditioned to experience the elegance of this world.
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If Moby Dick was right, if beneath color there is indeed nothing, then I think I would rather live within the illusion of feeling, of sadness and nostalgia and anger in all their intricacies, for it is a sort of protection, a coloring of this world.
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incredible dreams
from which you awake with the feeling that much time has passed since when you last closed eyes.
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crying my eyes out over patrick swayze
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perhaps it is nihilistic,
but i would rather understand the world than derive pleasure from it. it is the same with people.
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feelings
of lying down on the road next to my school under the trees and sunlight patterns breathing the air of morning afternoon i don’t care for anything but the cool ground sun at the edge of my eyes and the sound of incoming tires
i catch my breath
when i remember those moments in my life which were honestly true to my expectations.
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i am utterly in love
with the Pretty Little Liars soundtrack.
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wishinbubble asked: Hehe, I love loyal followers. <3
The Coffee House is a event we hold in the winter to raise money for the creation of out literary magazine that's published once a year, which publishes literary works and visual art. People sign up beforehand to perform anything they want. then other people pay three dollars to go, and you watch the performances and pig out on baked goods...
The Coffee House is a event we hold in the winter to raise money for the creation of out literary magazine that's published once a year, which publishes literary works and visual art. People sign up beforehand to perform anything they want. then other people pay three dollars to go, and you watch the performances and pig out on baked goods...
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i swallow my words
vladimir nabokov. if we were to ever meet, i think he would understand me perfectly.
observation
beauty is not contrived through objective interpretation, but rather, the interpretation of feeling evoked by an object.
it seems i am always up too late,
wishing for things that have already passed.
inquisitivechild:
this song has seen me through...
“In dreams you don’t need to make any distinctions between things. Not at all....”
– Sputnik Sweetheart by Haruki Murakami (via wishinbubble, thechocolatebrigade)
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what do you know
fifteen days of break and suddenly my brain understands calculus.
inquisitivechild:
simonandalisha:
Simon and...
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it will be cathartic
i am going to school tomorrow and bitching out my counselor about the inadequacies of the eleventh grade science department.
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“Every atom in your body came from a star that exploded. And, the atoms in your...”
– Lawrence Krauss
sometimes, i think all the best movies were made...
i have yet to see another Sunshine, another Fountain, or another Slumdog.
