February 2012
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To Give Up or Give In?
Let me steal a thought from The Walking Dead (as I am a huge fan, it deserves a quote.) “The pain doesn’t go away, you just make room for it.”
On that note, Giving up and Giving in are two totally different things.
Giving in implies realization in choosing tact over retaliation. Even when you know the rules and play by them, they can change at any time and are not, nor...
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There are people that don’t think I should write how I feel and share it.
Doing so was always, and still, is my only outlet in not letting emotions and thoughts eat myself alive. This is my way of navigating my life, through words that I write. I honestly don’t care if anyone identifies, sympathizes or pity’s me. It’s not the attention I’m after, it is the...
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“Hang out with a child all day and you’ll start to believe that same level...”
– Domesticated Britt
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“Though my soul may set in darkness,
It will rise in perfect light.
I have...”
– Poet Sarah Williams (“The Old Astronomer”)
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Well, that's a given
Me: "I think I'm psychic. Either that or I expect the the worse and when it happens I just say, 'Ah ha! See! I knew it!"
Ryan: "I don't know hun, but I think you do have too much time on your hands to think."
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Today
Still wondering why I’ve received dirty looks from a handful of women whom I’ve never met. And while Ryland was with me being a complete sweetheart.
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Um, how old are you really?
Random Person: "Is that your son?"
Me: "No, that's just some kid I hang out with a lot."
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“Boys will be boys, that’s what people say. No one ever mentions how girls have...”
– Hilary Thayer Hamann, Anthropology of an American Girl (via prima-volta)
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Every single second is a battle.
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This is the perfect example of why I continue to believe the whole world is gone to shit.
We went to the Main Library downtown to see a referrence book, that suposedly is so expensive it must be kept in a locked case. After discovering it was missing, we wondered the floors and shelves for books of french art nouveau posters. Coming up empty handed and starting to head out the door, I notice...