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she likes seashore naps and the view of everything from the bus window. she likes tiny moments and the small spaces between faces when people talk.
sometimes, she wakes up to that odd feeling of being a fallen leaf, an old tree, an azotea or a waitress somewhere-- talking to a taxicab driver about that random song on the radio.
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and this. a proof that:
how you see LIFE is how
you actually see YOUR self.
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maddening spurt:
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“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!”
-Jack Kerouac-
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pure love does not shatter.
(the kind that you hold on to even if it leaves you dead and with no self-worth is just something you have mistaken, fermented by years, magnified by romanticism)
been there. i don’t wanna go back.
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@M: thanks for the visit.
Just come to think of this, would you want the person you love to be less alive? no. 
those who really love are those who do not want to break us.
very true. so sad that love is so exaggerated yet misunderstood today.
Posted by M at November 30, 2008, 12:23 pm