May 2011
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“It is good to love many things, for therein lies strength, and whosoever loves...”
– Vincent van Gogh
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It is not even about the day. Days hardly exist. (It is simply the rising and the setting of the sun, however, in our youth— light. Light is what is beautiful. And the rising and the setting of the sun— it does not mark a new day. Moments are divided between minutes, and hours— not the opening and closing of your eyes. An hour captures moments of both good and evil; light and darkness;...
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Nature
A scorpion and a frog meet on the bank of a stream and the scorpion asks the frog to carry him across on its back. The frog asks, “How do I know you won’t sting me?” The scorpion replies: “Because if I do, I will die too.” The frog is satisfied, and they set out, but midstream, the scorpion stings the frog. The frog feels the onset of paralysis and starts to sink, knowing they both will drown,...
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“Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike.”
– J.K. Rowling
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He didn’t know he was disappearing—that his cells were drifting farther and farther away from me. And the tunnel in which I whispered his name no longer echoed, and suddenly became a dead end. He was fading, and fading fast, and all I could do is watch as the fragments of him and the imprints of me vanished away into the awaiting Nothingness.
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“The first draft of anything is shit.”
– Ernest Hemingway
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“Nobody got anywhere in the world by simply being content.”
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waterloggedtomorrow asked: Hey. I was just wondering about the writing you post. Has it been written and rewritten and polished and such, or is it just what comes out? Or are the two the same?
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I lay along vacant roads (at four am) with pointing toes and my arms beside my side, and then, I close my eyes. And I become a product of everything above and below me. And what the earth has created runs parallel into infinity, until my cells fade into a linear existence, and my essence in eternity converges, converges. I hope I run into you there, and then. In the inbetweens of Forever; in the...
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“The unreal is more powerful than the real. Because nothing is as perfect as you...”
– Chuck Palahniuk
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It all revolved on what I had seen. There was a floating dust that never truly settled. Dimensions fractured, and specks of light sprinkled between (here and there) Eternity. Worlds upon worlds were pouring themselves before me. Bleeding sheets of atmosphere, in light (breaking, flashing, beaming, (screaming) light). It had fallen before me like sleeves, pockets, and like bright, bright rain of...
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“So, I guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons. And maybe we’ll never know...”
– Stephen Chbosky
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