July 2011
4 posts
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Muse: Come Find Me
Because you’re quite the elusive bitch.
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A Fundamentally Flawed Disposition
I’m finding that I spend more time wishing I was someone else than appreciating who I am and shaping who I want to become.
What a waste of life.
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But how do you actually go about and fix something so deep-seeded?
Shrug.
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The Adaptation To Spectrums
It is raining today. It’s in the middle of freaking July, and I’m wearing a sweatshirt and a scarf and I’m shivering as I type this.
The world has turned upside-down.
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No, no it hasn’t. Not literally, anyways.
Though in this existence, full of inattentive expectations and tinted perceptions, turning the world on its proverbial head requires only a simple act of...
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The Exasperation Of Growth, The Misplaced...
Words, words, words.
Fuck it. Over it. Writing is pointless.
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