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and it is down. into despair, into nothing

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“Sometimes, when you want to get what you want the most, you have to do what you want the least.”
— Jodi Picoult, My Sister’s Keeper

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is done and dusted and it’s just as well. What a horrific year! I was looking forward to a fantastic start to 2010, and to party away my demons. But as of now, just a mere three days into 2010, I’ve been nothing but miserable.
However horrendous my year was though, I’m taking solace in [...]

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these two lines where what i took in from 3 hours of intense conversations.
There’s a difference between being part of your life and being your life.
Clearly everyone knew that was the problem, including me. Just that I was the last to know. -i almost fell off the chair laughing when i heard this being said. [...]

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I spent 10 minutes trying to understand this, and OMG it’s pretty damn true!
巨蟹座：不要进入我的城堡
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家在他们眼中是不能随便入侵的堡垒，是要用一生来经营和守护的唯一净土。他们常常将自己包裹起来，拒绝别人进入这城堡。他们就仿佛吐丝的春蚕，将自己 牢牢地困在自己吐出的美丽织锦中，沉溺或者回忆。回忆总是美好的，现实总是冷峻的。为此他们的孤独往往是来自无法自在获得的爱：没有人可以无条件给予想要 的安全与温暖与爱，为了抵挡尘世风霜，他们不得不将自己用孤独包裹起来。 (S&x4Om,c/{0o

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i spent half of today re-reading the best bits of the twilight series and i’ve found the quotes that i really really love. if stephenie meyer couldn’t sell anymore books, she could be a hallmark greeting card writer.
Only you could be more important than what I wanted… what I needed. What I want and need [...]

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TOM: This isn’t inspirational. It’s suicidal. He tries that jump, I’m writing a sympathy card for that cat. That’s the last thing I want to be doing with my life. It’s bad enough writing these things for people.
VANCE: Hansen, this is a place of business. We don’t cut down our co- workers –
TOM: That’s cause [...]

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I write to make myself feel alive, and for an escape into the sanctuary of my mind. But lately I haven’t written anything, not a rhyme nor line. Without writing, without using alphabets and punctuation to disentangle my thoughts, who am I?

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There are mornings when I wake up wishing to go back to the time where I was naive, where I was blissfully ignorant. I cannot help but feel a tinge of sadness when I look at my ambivalence, my insensitivity. It hurt more, but I experienced some form of pleasure from that pain, some exquisite [...]

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