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[Feb. 6th, 2010|09:18 pm] |
“To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never, to forget.”
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[Oct. 10th, 2007|04:46 pm] |
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And your friends they sing along
And they love you
But the lows are so extreme
That the good seems fucking cheap
And it teases you for weeks in its absence
But you’ll fight and you’ll make it through
You’ll fake it if you have to
And you’ll show up for work with a smile
And you’ll be better
And you’ll be smarter
And more grown up and a better daughter or son
And a real good friend
And you’ll be awake
You’ll be alert
You’ll be positive though it hurts
And you’ll laugh and embrace all your friends
And you’ll be a real good listener
You’ll be honest
You’ll be brave
You’ll be handsome and you’ll be beautiful
You’ll be happy
Your ship may be coming in
You’re weak but not giving in
To the cries and the wails of the valley below
And your ship may be coming in
You’re weak but not giving in
And you’ll fight it
You’ll go out fighting all of them |
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[Sep. 18th, 2007|03:29 pm] |
old man in the che guevara shirt (resembling santino rice a lot): "see you later, alligator."
me: "you too."
old man: "what grade are you in?"
me: "i'm a freshman."
old man: "you're cute."
me: "haha."
old man: "you can go home and tell your mom and dad that an old man said you were cute."
me: "will do."
old man: "i'm 69 going on 70."
me: "okay." |
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[Sep. 17th, 2007|04:48 pm] |
when i was small, around eight or nine, i can remember that my mother had gotten a surgery. i didn't know the details, only that she had a long scar, now faint, on her torso from it.
today she revealed to me that it was a tumor, and that it had been in her uterus. the doctor has asked her if she wanted any more children, she said no since she said me already, and that was that - they took everything out, the tumor was the size of her fist. and now she is unable to make anymore babies, i was oblivious for around six years. she started crying, not full-on bawling, when i asked her why she hadn't told me.
i feel so selfish. |
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[Sep. 7th, 2007|11:13 pm] |
zavarshva.
proletta ne chakam.
it's over.
i'm not waiting for the spring.
19 days. |
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