February 2012
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Anonymous asked: you're a munchkin. lets just get married already
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I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through...
– Pablo Neruda
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Anonymous asked: you're a massive muffin bubba ilyzzzz :)
Anonymous asked: i <3 chuuuuu
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Children are born true scientists.They spontaneously experiment and experience...
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At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet
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Just the Birds
The one thing she couldn’t stand was his whistling. The gap between his front teeth, his course hair, and his calloused hands, she loved them – not his whistling. His disregard of birthdays (“They’re just any other day”), his disdain for the music she liked (“Whiny emo kids”), his gruffness – she didn’t mind all those things, except his whistling. He whistled when he walked to class, while he...
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And I'm okay with that.
So this is how it all ends. With the beat of heart, a shallow breath and the sound of music. Perhaps there is some hope in this; that this, regardless of situation, will never change. Music will always be here to welcome my slumber, and I will always be there to greet it.
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Music is a total constant. That’s why we have such a strong visceral connection...
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Suffering produces character, and character produces hope, and hope does not...
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Curse you St Valentine
So in the past, I’ve never ever felt any pressure of Valentimes Day. None at all. Sure I might’ve thought it nice to share a funny, depreciating link or two and yeah, so what if I had planned to ask a girl out last year on February 13, just in time for this fated commercial holiday. But that didn’t happen and so, year in year out, Valentimes remains a simple holiday for me,...
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The Earth Without Art is Just "Eh"
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I swear that's the last for today
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The guitar as we know it today came about as a result of many types of earlier...
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Gosh darn.
My first thought when I receive a message from her?
What an amazing individual? Another remark which I know I can’t but smile retardedly at? Perhaps a sign from the gods letting me know that, hey, I still register in her mind. A mind full of other prospective hopefuls, of other friends, of stresses, of family.
Whatever.
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