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  • It’s not about the past.

    Look, it’s not about the past. The dancing under the bright lights that we were convinced were stars. It’s not about the tears wept over stupidities. It’s not about the…

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  • Still here.

    I’m still here. Attempting to make sense of my inner monologue. It’s either too noisy to think, or too quiet to say a word.  

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  • even if.

    even if you’re alone, you’re not. even in your loneliest of lows, you are loved.  even in your darkest moments, there’s someone holding a candle for you.  you may not…

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  • Simple steps to ruin a scammy-spammy agent’s day…

    1) Phone rings at home. Which is weird because (a) our number is not listed and (b) we don’t give it out. 2) I answer, and it’s clearly a foreign…

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  • Protected: getoveryourself.

    There is no excerpt because this is a protected post.

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  • I’m just going to sit here…

    I’m just going to sit here, and listen to my thoughts. The ones that rage against the injustice of people’s priorities. The ones that smile at the sweet noise of…

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  • 99%

    This post and a conversation last night, over hamsters, spaghetti and koki pens with this girl made me cry a little. I’m not the best friend type of girl. No, really,…

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  • sixty eight.

    Dear UM, Today, you would have been sixty eight. You know, you always used to say that you and Dadadad wanted to create a dynasty. By dynasty, you meant that…

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  • bad blogger, me…

    Yeah, yeah, I know. I’ve been quiet here. Sorry. It’s been a little busy. Moving house/deadlines/excuses/reasons/run out of words/keep swallowing them/you must be bored of me by now… Anyway, life…

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  • the changing definition.

    And, here we are. On the very cusp of change. The very facet of life by which I have defined myself changes within the next twenty-four hours. And change…this change…

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