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Love.

Thu, 22 Sep 2011 14:42:41 -0400

This bizarre concept that I read about all the time, that I hear a few hundred times a day in music, that I hear people talk about as if it is as normal as breathing. I have never been in love, and truly I don’t even know if I can. I cannot envision ever letting enough of myself go to someone else. I haven’t even found a family member or friend whom I can be that close with or that trusting. How on earth do people find a lover that they can be so intimate? And no, I do not mean physical intimacy. I have had that, I was in a very serious relationship for over three years and yet this concept of love and trust is still so foreign to me. Perhaps I’m one of those people who just are not meant to, not biologically able to, just as some are unable to hate or some are lacking in intelligence or some are born to be tall. This is why I must stay close with my love of knowledge and my drive to understand myself completely, because I am all I have. Is it normal to be okay with that? Because I think I am.

a-very-drarry-echelon: someone should really take photoshop...

Thu, 22 Sep 2011 08:05:05 -0400

a-very-drarry-echelon:

someone should really take photoshop from me…

this is soooo pretty.

That strange time of night.

Thu, 22 Sep 2011 02:08:51 -0400

Some days I really feel my grip on reality slip. Today was one of those days. My dreams are too vivid, my life too bland, my head too full of stories, and my perception too capricious. I can’t trust my eyes or my ears as they lie to me. Only in touch do I find the real. Focus is impossible as my mind darts from one idea to the next, constantly reliving the past and debating whether anything happening around me is in fact, actually happening. People seem to be strange things around me that I cannot connect with, yet I can please them through lies, distraction, and manipulation. There is an overwhelming sense of something that I am missing, something important that I am supposed to have or be aware of. Does everyone else wander around like as well? If so, it may explain the shite nature of the current world.

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A nice new blade makes for a nice calm night. I’ve been needing this for days. Sometimes the...

Thu, 22 Sep 2011 02:00:35 -0400

A nice new blade makes for a nice calm night. I’ve been needing this for days. Sometimes the shit just piles up a bit, you know?

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cremebunny: Death Eater Road trip-alicia-chan

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cremebunny:

Death Eater Road trip-alicia-chan

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kasper969: Agamemnon, my scale child and I. Austin,TX I want a...

Fri, 16 Sep 2011 02:01:20 -0400

kasper969:

Agamemnon, my scale child and I. Austin,TX

I want a pet snake so badly. Cannot wait until I’m living on my own and I can get one :-)

Has this blog become

Fri, 16 Sep 2011 00:04:51 -0400

a mini-strange journal of sorts? Perhaps.

How is it possible to feel so much life and passion thrumming through my veins and not explode? How have I come to the end wherein the energy becomes too strong and the only way to cope is to disconnect, to become numb until I can bear to make it through the next hour? So much life. Such strong rushes of power, but it is too much for one person to handle. How do others cope with this? My current methods are failing me and I fear for what the next may entail.

My sleeping mind has taken to torturing me. I have the strangest dreams, full of vivid and bizarre symbols. Stories in our heads that we can never truly share with another, feelings and understandings that only we can comprehend. In my dreams I often find that sight and emotions are the strongest lingering senses, as physical sensations, smell, taste, and sound are often dulled or forgotten. A few days ago though, I woke in the middle of a dream and the right side of my head felt as though someone was digging through my membrane with white hot needles. I thought my skull might crack open. I only remember rolling over and clasping my head in pain, and then falling back asleep and into the dream once again. When I woke up later, I felt as though I had been run over by a truck a few times, but nothing some IB profen couldn’t handle. These headaches and dizzy spells are wearing on me, but every time I think to talk about them to someone I get distracted or forget, as if my brain doesn’t wish me to share.

"Harry dripped on Malfoy’s welcome mat and said: “I’m sorry. I’ll go. It’s not - it’s..."

Sun, 11 Sep 2011 16:50:05 -0400

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Harry dripped on Malfoy’s welcome mat and said: “I’m sorry. I’ll go. It’s not - it’s nothing.”

Malfoy gave him his narrow-eyed glare of judging someone and finding them stupid. “It
looks like nothing,” he drawled. “When you go off and die of despair in a gutter, it’ll be such fun to tell Shacklebolt that I was the last one to see you alive, and you were all wet and looked like hell, but you said it was nothing so I let you run along and I do hope he doesn’t think any less of my trained investigative abilities. Come in, you imbecile.”

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- Drop Dead Gorgeous by Maya (via pedro-martines)

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drarrysexual: For the first time in his memory, here was...

Sat, 10 Sep 2011 02:39:54 -0400

drarrysexual:

For the first time in his memory, here was someone looking at him - really looking, staring at his face as if trying to divine the secrets of the universe; someone who was looking at him, and meaning to see.

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