last night
i don’t know if it was a dream, but you were there, and in an instant you were within me watching the crack in the sky appear, as if it was all about to end and it didn’t matter because we were together.
oh man.
passion is the source of our finest moments; the joy of love, the clarity of hatred, and the ecstasy of grief…it hurts sometimes more than we can bear. if we could live without passion, maybe we’d know some kind of peace, but we would be hollow. empty rooms, shuttered and dank, without passion..we’d be truly dead.
~ Monday, May 14 ~
yea, last day of the hell that is this semester, cannot fucking wait.
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~ Sunday, May 13 ~
happy mother’s day to the mom who never ceases to call me “mareee” in the most annoying loving way. <3
~ Saturday, May 12 ~
walked and stared through every task, as if she was a retarded snail, c’mon!
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i wrote my final paper on a free version of microsoft word online, cus yanno i’m too poor for the real deal, and now they do not recognize my email…how’s about that.
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~ Friday, May 11 ~
~ Thursday, May 10 ~
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