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3 months ago on February 07, 2012 at 02:01am
Can't be too careful anymore.
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I'm 21, & I'm just trying to make amends with anything I've ever loved.
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4 months ago on January 30, 2012 at 12:22am
Chase down your passion like it’s the last bus of the night.
Terri Guillemets
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4 months ago on January 24, 2012 at 10:03pm
Why can’t we get all the people together in the world that we really like and then just stay together? I guess that wouldn’t work. Someone would leave. Someone always leaves and then we have to say good-bye. I hate good-byes. I know what I need. I need more hellos.
Peanuts
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4 months ago on January 24, 2012 at 09:55pm
Instructions:
1. Stare at the red dot on the girl’s nose for 30 seconds.
2. Turn your eyes to a plain surface (your ceiling or blank wall).
3. Blink repeatedly and quickly.
4. WTF! one+infinity
Ew!
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4 months ago on January 24, 2012 at 09:54pm
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4 months ago on January 18, 2012 at 05:32pm
And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.
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4 months ago on January 18, 2012 at 05:29pm
So much of the language of love was like that: you devoured someone with your eyes, you drank in the sight of him, you swallowed him whole. Love was substance, broken down and beating through your bloodstream.
Jodi Picoult (Nineteen Minutes)
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4 months ago on January 18, 2012 at 05:17pm
Sometimes you have to kind of die inside in order to rise from your own ashes and believe in yourself and love yourself to become a new person.
Gerard Way
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4 months ago on January 17, 2012 at 08:25pm
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.
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4 months ago on January 15, 2012 at 05:17pm
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4 months ago on January 15, 2012 at 03:28pm
