February 2012
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to-the-well-organized-mind asked: You are absolutely gorgeous, dear. Your blog is just as equally lovely. I've found very few blogs with such eloquence as yours. I've been scrolling through it for the past hour in awe. It is something to be adored. Thank-you for being the beautiful human being that you are. <3
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“There would be nothing to frighten you if you refused to be afraid.”
– Gandhi
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There are words that live in my mouth refusing to venture out, or even take a peak out of windows formed from sighs and deep breaths. With long strands of empathy that curl themselves around my tongue, begging me to feel like I can move mountains; but they only coward into the darkness of my body. Laying dormant, like they never were. And without them, I am nothing.
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I am Republican, and I am pro-choice. Don’t just explicitly state “FUCK REPUBLICANS” because an ALL-MEN board decides against abortion. There are plenty of Republicans—especially women—who are for the avaliability of abortion and use of contraception. If we have the technology to prevent the conception and bearing of children in dangerous and unwanted circumstances,...
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I am wasted opportunities and efforts, I am full to the brim of hurt. A collection of the forgotten conversations: whispered words that hardly left your mouth. Each beginning, every moment spent with those who have fabricated the mold that I somehow stuffed myself into; locked away and tightly bound, inside of me. Because you were all that I chose to keep, and nothing else.
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“Perhaps love is the process of leading you gently back to yourself.”
– Antoine de Saint-Exupery
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Maybe the reason I get so sick all of the time is because my mind needs to sit still. To recover. To become dormant for just a moment.
To process the millions of visuals and sounds and the feeling and thoughts that are caused by them. To fix itself and to no longer feel the pain of being hurt by others that seem to never rest.
Maybe there’s only so much I can take. Maybe I’m sick of...
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Can it be spring already,
so I can stop getting so sick all of the time,
and the early morning aren’t so early,
and everything is so fresh, and new, and weightless.
Please.
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