February 2012
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Things to be happy about
blank pages
oil pastels
typewriters and their sound
watching people smile to themselves
rain on your skin
colors
black green pens
blue things
the moon
puppies
foggy days
finding old things
the smell of fresh paint
singing in the shower
harmonicas
art supply stores
apple juice
arbors
climbing trees
not making sense
making an awful night a great morning
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I thought it was a bird but it was just a paper...
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And it's just like that, we order things to mess...
The perfect line for my room.
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So in the future,
when I hear The Killers I’m going to be reminded of this time.
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FINALLY.
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Walking through the park with a bleeding elbow and...
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xenium:
You know that moment when you’re nearing the end of a book so you flick through the pages to see how long you have left but then your eyes glance at a few words of a sentence and that one sentence coincidentally just ruins the whole plot and build up to what is going to happen.
Funny that.
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Never take it seriously.
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Mixed fabrics..
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No parents...
Means I can play the ukulele until the hour I want.
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Feeding myself
*calls mom to ask if the food is in eatable state, no answer… Eats it anyway*
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OMG, the guitar in Slow Dancing In a Burning Room
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I deserved it...
SC!
GUESS
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Note to self
Don’t dance in the kitchen.
I never thought of it as a refuge.
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“It won’t be long before I
Forget just what it felt like
To know that I...”
– Danielle Ate The Sandwich
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“When it comes, you’ll be dreaming
that you don’t need to breathe;
that...”
– Wislawa Szymborska, from “I’m Working on the World” in Poems New and Collected, trans. S. Baranczak and C. Cavanagh (via sketchofthepast)
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When I'm sleepy, I talk nonsense.
Brother: Draw me a city pleeeeaaase.
Me: *draws some buildings half sleep* And this is me playing the maracas *draws a stickman on top of a building*
Brother: I'm going to cut this city and put it in my door.
Me: You can stick it in your head if you want to. Now, I'm going to take a nap, do not disturb. *walks like a zombie to her room and lays down*
1 minute after
Brother: Paaatsy, I cut one of your maracas.
Me: Now you're going to suffer the consequeces *eyes closed* A giant maraca is going to haunt you in your dreams.
Brother: I'm sorry, I didn't mean to.
Me: Just close the door and you'll be redeem.
Brother: Okay..*closes the door*
Me: Mister maraca..
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What a great way to wake up
Orange sky, drops of rain in my skin and that amazing smell of wet dirt.
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I LOVE HAMMOCKS
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I love being home alone.
-I can sing out loud (barely screaming)
-Dance while brushing teeth (and not only in the bathroom)
-‘Skating’ (slippery floor)
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