May 2013
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Let me tell you a story. I was never the girl that boys wrote love songs for never the girl that had the world yoyoed around her fingers, never the girl that spent midnights on the beach with red plastic cups in her hands I was the girl that spent recess on the swings, my palms stretched around chains that locked me to the earth and swung me to the stars I was the girl that hid behind four corners...
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Last Thursday, I went back to UP. It was breath of fresh air, literally and figuratively. In hindsight, I guess my visit can be compared to Harry going back to Hogwarts - though I’m not saying that where I’ve been these few months are like the Dursley’s - but I just miss the campus, I miss the people, I miss the atmosphere there.
Thursday noon, I found myself suddenly...
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"Write when you're tired"
Scattered thoughts, but I blame frustration rather than weariness.
I’ve developed an aversion to online posts, Facebook statuses and tweets proclaiming the tiredness or stressfulness of people and glorifying “busyness”. After reaching new levels of exhaustion last semester, I realized that a tired or stressed out person does not have time to tweet or post a Facebook status. He...
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““I want to repeat one word for you: Leave.
Roll the word around on your tongue...”
– Donald Miller
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“Oscar Wilde said that if you know what you want to be, then you inevitably...”
– Stephen Fry (via existenti-al)
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April 2013
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How You Know
thunderpopcola:
You want to travel with them. You want to see what they’re like going through airport security, on planes, in strange countries. You want to meet their families and charm them to pieces. You want to nestle into their childhood beds and look around in the dark at all their old posters. You want to see all the embarrassing photos of them with braces and socks pulled up mid-calf....
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cheerless.
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Today was a sad day.
I partially didn’t care that I had no semblance of a summer vacation this year. Even if it was to be my last as a teen and a college undergrad, I’d rather spend it working (sort of) than lazing around at home.
But I’ve come to regret my decision to start working early. Since my Dad came home four weeks ago, we had very limited time to bond. The...
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March 2013
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For the past week, I was in a dark mood. While outside, I painted a blank face. Inside, I was screaming in frustration. Eventually, these negative emotions became visible in the stoic facade I put up. Someone even told me to “not be so sad”. I guess I didn’t have an effective poker face after all.
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I was tired. I was cranky. And I was feeling overwhelmed and afraid....
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finnickshardtrident:
It’s sad because when you look at the full picture of Peeta he looks pretty confident and everything but when you just stare at his face it’s softer and almost looks a little sad and all I picture is Haymitch saying: “He wanted it to be real.”
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February 2013
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“Open a book this minute and start reading. Don’t move until you’ve reached page...”
– Carol Shields, The Republic of Love (via bookmania)
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“It’s taboo to admit that you’re lonely. You can make jokes about it, of course....”
– You’re Not Making The Most Of Your 20s by Ryan O’Connell (via chartyourowncourse) 