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I Don’t Think Anybody Truely Understands….
How I feel
Why I do what I do
What I go through
What I’ve gone through
Me.
I just want to find one person who truely understands. Is that really so difficult?
One [fighting] Against Nothing
A little blog about an attempt to be unknown author and philosopher from Northern Virginia.
Curse words can be frequent, so can whining.
If you don't like my blog, then you can shove it,
but we all know that you don't like..... you love it.
I love his ‘stache and what it stands for <3
I try to set away my troubles like a balloon
but every time i try to
I can never let them go
and I float away with them
I wish i could
Writing down your thoughts is both necessary and harmful. It leads to eccentricity, narcissism, preserves what should be let go. On the other hand, these notes intensify the inner life, which, left unexpressed, slips through your fingers. If only I could find a better kind of journal, humbler, one that would preserve the same thoughts, the same flesh of life, which is worth saving.
Anna Kamieńska, In That Great River: A Notebook
It’s never too late to have a happy childhood.
Tom Robbins, from Still Life with Woodpecker
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Already done make-up+boredom at 12am+cute couch pillows and an artsy pose= this picture