August 2011
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There’s a boy playing the violin in the basement right now and it sounds beautiful. I really hope he lives in this part of PWF. It would be nice to hear him play throughout this semester.
No one seems to believe me when I say I’m not going to drink or party as much this year. It was an experience. And I’m not necessarily against drinking. But I don’t need to drink the way that I used to feel was needed and I don’t need to go out practically every other night like I used to. I need to focus on myself and my goals this year, and partying every weekend...
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Reputations.
koaorquia:
Seriously? Fuck what you heard. If you’re going to let the things people say about someone affect the way you think about them before really getting to know them, then you automatically deprived yourself of that privilege. People change. Just because something happened once, don’t let that be the overall impression of who that person is. It’s just so sad to see that no one is ever...
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It’s like forgetting the words to your...
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Listen
dannyhiga:
I think I’m going to shove a bar of soap in my mouth for the hell of it. I really think I should stop swearing, it’s really unattractive.
I always say I’ll try, but I have yet to succeed. It’s a difficult habit to break and I’m so used to it unfortunately.
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Communion
I know a boy who called his girlfriend’s body a “crime scene.” Dad, my body is a crime scene. My body is lint and gasoline and matchstick. My body is a brush fire. It’s ticking, Dad, a slow alarm. I have rain boots. Lots of them. It isn’t raining anymore. The words are coming back, Dad. The way they fit and jump in the mouth. I want ice cream and long letters. I want to read long love letters but...
“In order to understand, I destroyed myself.”
– Fernando Pessoa 