February 2012
Quality Sarah Reaction
My house just completely blacked out and rather than remain calm and remember the emergency drawer I created incase of this incident, located a mere 1 meter from where I was sitting, I panicked and refused to move anticipating my imminent death.
Watching women swoon over men with babies on the bus while I swoon over men with books on the bus. Sarah wins again.
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“Sometimes I need to disappear” he said… but it was part of the reason she adored him…
“Please don’t forget me” she thought, “because rediscovering you each time astounds me”.
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If they took down the signs would we still be able...
I appreciate the rain any time of day but especially at 3.26am when I cannot sleep.
She did not know the nature of her loneliness. The only words that named it...
– Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged (via atramentum)
Watching a documentary in which a lion cubs pelvis was broken and he proceeded to try keep up with his pride dragging his back legs behind him. I can’t stop crying which may be due to the lions inevitable abandonment and death, or may be because I am tired of feeling so completely sick and alone.
Waking up for the first time in 3 days without a fever… Im even going to attempt to make breakfast and drink tea. Possibly being overzealous but excited at the prospect of functioning on a semi human level without passing out. Wish me luck!
The Crunch →
“Too much, too little. Too fat, too thin. Or nobody. Laughter or tears. Haters. Lovers. Strangers with faces like the backs of thumb tacks. Armies running through streets of blood, waving wine bottles, bayoneting and fucking virgins. An old guy in a cheap room with a photograph of M. Monroe.
There is a loneliness in this world so great that you can see it in the slow movement of the hands of a...