January 2012
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well i haven’t quite found solace in materialism or spirituality, which leaves me with __
December 2011
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all is calm
Christmas spurs a strange feeling inside of me - the initial gratitude and happiness of the morning turned sour by the materialism thrust at you by friends and the internet. It’s an interesting thing, how something can seem like enough to make you happy until you see how others come from families able to afford more, which makes you jealous.
While this is a small, yearly struggle for me, I...
November 2011
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September 2011
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August 2011
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July 2011
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i miss teenage angst.. as much as sometimes i felt so alone and so hurt by those around me, i learned about myself and i was passionate and i felt so much.
im sinking like a stone in the sea
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sometimes i feel like a crazy person, ups and downs and ups and downs all in the same day. for no real reason. one minute the littlest thing means everything and the next, the biggest means nothing.
June 2011
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we kiss so hard our teeth click, once for “don’t leave me” and twice for “i won’t.” it’s half past seven and the rest of my life is right in front of me, i can hear it.
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May 2011
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February 2011
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January 2011
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December 2010
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it really is so strange how music can take you back to an exact place and an exact time and an exact feeling, and maybe it takes you back to a memory that happened so long ago and just is at present entirely irrelevant, but when you hear that song or that album you really just remember, you just feel it again.
November 2010
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So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was a drizzle and she was a hurricane.
-Looking For Alaska, p. 88
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“Why?” asked her companion. “Why...
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Droll thing life is - that mysterious arrangement of merciless logic for a futile purpose. The most you can hope from it is knowledge of yourself - that comes too late - a crop of unextinguishable regrets.
-Heart of Darkness, p. 106
excited that when i went home for the weekend i found four sheets of looseleaf paper where i’d written some of my favorite quotes from various books. think i’ll update with a few of them now, more at another time. lots of them come from books we read in my AP English class senior year, but some are just from a few of my personal favorites.
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