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[07 Dec 2006|10:14pm] |
what i want is to be needed.
what i need is to be indispensable to somebody.
who i need is somebody that will eat up all my free time, my ego, my attention.
somebody addicted to me.
a mutual addiction
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[07 Dec 2006|09:53pm] |
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It's just how she lives...loving all the wrong people and wishing all the wrong things. Tear stained cheeks are just her style & wearing her heart on her sleeve is nothing new. Everyone knows she's tired of not being able to breathe, her big fake smiles, her false laughs. But still she seems almost perfect. She's not super model material. She doesn't have any great talents. But still she loves another with all she's got. She's trying to figure out who she is...& she is begining to love herself..what a lovely girl.
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[28 Nov 2006|03:11pm] |
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When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives means the most us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving much advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a gentle and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness,
that is a friend who cares.
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[28 Nov 2006|03:05pm] |
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They say the heart is resilient, in black and white you swore there'd be no strings.
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[20 Nov 2006|05:42pm] |
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I thought we had something special. I thought the connection between you and me was mutual. I guess I've been mislead. You mean nothing to me now.
I guess, I never really knew you at all.
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[20 Nov 2006|03:04pm] |
It is better to fail in originality,
than to succeed in imitation.
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[18 Nov 2006|03:41am] |
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I enjoy my camera so much because it is the first technology that has allowed humanity to conquer its own greatest invention...and grab a motion and see its stillness without the ticking of our wristwatch.
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[17 Nov 2006|12:27pm] |
Email me!
whatswithamy@hotmail.com
♥
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[17 Nov 2006|01:53am] |
Why is it that we are more comfortable
seeing two men holding guns
than holding hands?
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[16 Nov 2006|06:22pm] |
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There are as many nights as days, and the one is just as long as the other in the year's course. Even a happy life cannot be without a measure of darkness, and the word 'happy' would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness.
:)
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[16 Nov 2006|04:53pm] |
"The deepest human defeat suffered by human beings is constituted by the difference between what one was capable of becoming and what one has in fact become."
I'm not really sure how to express my feelings right now.
I've been really sad this week,
and everything feels wrong.
But what keeps me going is knowing that one day, everything will be right again.
Hopefully things will be back to normal soon.
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[12 Nov 2006|04:51pm] |
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I hate feeling like this
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[08 Nov 2006|03:15pm] |
And you speak of a fever, that burns you inside. As you explain to your mother, how you wanted to die. So she kisses your fingers, says "My Darling but why? When there is so much more...There is so much more..."
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[07 Nov 2006|10:54am] |
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Can't you see the wall you built for me?
Cause we're not special
we're not special
we're not special
Well I'm not special
I'm not special
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[01 Nov 2006|09:21pm] |
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With each word left unsaid, with each feeling left un-shown, one thousand times the urge to show you exactly how much you mean to me.
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[30 Oct 2006|11:11pm] |
I'm sorry is never enough. I drifted into myself and rested her thoughts upon each face turned pale. She resented those light-hearted jokes so I stole another minute. Moments as long as night filled the void. She'll never know. I'll keep quiet this time. How can those eyes that rest so lightly see so deeply? I try to show her but three words come out as two. Another passing day with one single wish, that maybe I'll make her smile. Does she want to know? I'll keep quiet this time.
I guess I couldn't quite live up to what you were expecting.
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[30 Oct 2006|11:07pm] |
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We prefer to be categorized in sub genres. We opt for meticulous separation. My apologies for I haven't been myself lately. I am not at liberty to say but I can tell you that timing is critical. Modulate me. It's oh so typical. Excite me. Switch up the protocol. All options have been exhausted so we have resorted to slightly embarrassing means. I am dressed in black eyes and IVs, attire you wouldn't be caught dead in. This car ride is cutthroat. My eyes are bloodshot, my veins are blood clot. Don't look now but we're driving this thing right off the edge of the earth. She read my words and swiftly replied, "You're sad as fuck." She read my words and didn't say a fucking thing.
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[18 Oct 2006|07:31pm] |
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when we finally know we are dying, and all other sentient beings are dying with us, we start to have a burning, almost heartbreaking sense of the fragility and preciousness of each moment and each being, and from this can grow a deep, clear, limitless compassion for all beings.
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[18 Oct 2006|03:32pm] |
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What's money? A man is a success if he gets up in the morning and goes to bed at night and in between does what he wants to do.
-Bob Dylan
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[18 Oct 2006|03:30pm] |
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This is no simple reform. It really is a revolution. Sex and race because they are easy and visible differences have been the primary ways of organizing human beings into superior and inferior groups and into the cheap labour in which this system still depends. We are talking about a society in which there will be no roles other than those chosen or those earned. We are really talking about humanism.
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