| time for changes, time for new beginnings.
shake awake. |
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| why am i dreaming?
it's not true.
what am i supposed to believe?
help. |
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| mothers woke their children,
so that they could see the roses bloom at midnight.
water never boiled.
people in town found they'd wake up without a history-
walking out to get the morning paper they would trip over their own memories,
unraveled like badages across the sidewalk.
women oepened their dryers to find their whites had turned to feathers.
meat spoiled in the freezer.
the color blue looked completely wrong. |
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| i love words. playing with words.
that's why i love jodi picoult's writings
and grey anatomy's videos and dramas.
their words come like an axe right on the center of the heart.
it makes you sob or loud in any second.
it's the only thing that moves me, feel emotional,
and feel good about it all in the air.
today's highlight was
"sleek like a cheetah" and the sparkle pager
:)
rock on. |
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| i'm thinking, she's funny.
she's a stranger but she's funny that it literally makes me laugh.
i believe she's older, but she doesn't act anything like that,
because i know what she's thinking. i know she wants me to see her,
as if i envy her, as if i want to become like her.
but this cases, it's exactly the opposite.
i want to be poles apart, she's nothing i want to be like |
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