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friends only.
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[12 Nov 2003|10:14am] |
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the heart moves beyond the familiar and convenient into more adventurous realms of possibility. if we don't break out, our future will always remain in the hands of someone else..not as something we claim fully as our own. living our life with a deeper understanding that draws us to realize our ideals, walk our talk, and act in accord with what we know to be true is to live your dream.
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[10 Nov 2003|11:07am] |
anyone going to deathcab this friday?
oh, okay; cool.
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| leave her alone. |
[17 Oct 2003|06:24am] |
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The self-image is like a mirage; it promises us nourishment, but when a problem arises that demands the strength of a clear and self-confident mind, the self-image has nothing to offer; it fails to sustain us when we most need support. Because the self-image is based on how we wish we were, on what we fear we are, or how we would like the world to see us, it prevents us from seeing ourselves clearly. We fail to recognize both our true strengths and many of our faults.
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| so what. i came. |
[15 Oct 2003|06:48am] |
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the shins//weird divide |
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happy birthday jennifer small. i love you.
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| shh. strip. |
[14 Oct 2003|02:23am] |
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the shins// girl inform me |
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if we spoke would our words hang in the air like flies, falling to the ground when forgotten? what if our thoughts grew out from us, branching infinitely and forever reaching for where they never could quite get to. what if my heart would leave prints in the patterned air, showing the trail of my life as it drifted and floated away from me.. what if sadness would drain the world of color and happiness and make it a gloomy light distilled by my hearts revenge. what if our anger could shatter the sky, the earth, the thoughts that filter through our heads, our bodies. what if emotions made swirls of colors surrounding everything we've ever felt, never felt, wanted to feel... if my energy could reach you in all the places my words never could. if i could show you just how much you mean to me, and how little else matters.
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| and so it does feel good to cry. |
[26 Sep 2003|06:36am] |
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bohemian rhapsody |
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Rather vague.
Which, it seems so logical.
But perhaps it isn't.
That's my issue with deception or self-delusion.
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