February 2012
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Anonymous asked: Why does the sex of someone change love to you?
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How to get to me
talk about classic literature
smile at me
Hey, you’re good at this. (are you doing it on purpose?) (the previous question is the eternal one)
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“I don’t know what I want.“ I say that all the time when I mean, “What I want is impossible and frightening and painful so I hold on to things that only make me content.”
Is a lack of passion really that fatal? Is there something wrong with being only mediocre-happy all the time instead of having a soaring, crashing, over-sentimental, pin-pricked with terror...
Anonymous asked: Can you see yourself ever being with a girl?
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“You are part of my existence, part of myself. You have been in every line I have...”
– Charles Dickens
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“I may never be happy, but tonight I am content. Nothing more than an empty...”
– Sylvia Plath
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“The artist is a cut above the critic, for the artist is writing something which...”
– William Faulkner
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What I actually would want tomorrow if people were following my idealistic plot-line to my maddeningly idealistic, non-existent book in my head:
watching Breakfast at Tiffany’s and The Princess Bride (I’ll try not to say all the lines aloud)
“Sorry. I actually do care.” *
accepting stupid cards I made, stupid “I adore ya!” scribbled in my stupid handwriting
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Anonymous asked: You aren't stupid at all.
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I really want to go out I really want to go...
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Nothing like sitting around singing love songs to...
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“the way I feel about Tuesday nights”
dust on lightbulbs makes their glow dimmer and the room feels foggier and sleepier and safer. (but dust on light-bulbs could cause a fire) but then so could a (very careless) smile — or friction — so it is maintained that the dust on any light-bulb is actually comparable to numb hands (what a long January evening that you endured to...
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Experiencing the epitome of one of my very best...
Me: (completely out of nowhere) "Hey, are you an organ donor?"
Jen: (immediately, very enthusiastically without hesitation) "Psssshhhht, NO, I am NOT!!! When I die, my organs will go in a museum, because I will be royalty. Or they will be sold, but be very expensive, and like...brand name. People will walk around with tags on their shoulders that say 'Kidney by Jennifer' and stuff...with my signature carved into their hearts or something...organ DONOR?! Come on."
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