Am I crass? Am I crude? Am I speaking out of my time? We don’t speak at all. We don’t speak of the things that are fire; we only joke of the absurd. Maybe, if only to make something true—to sigh and resign such matters as if it were once false.
Could this be the reason why? If this is a reason—why?
We don’t speak...
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Room temperature is a lie!!!
36 degrees? Wtf? Rooms vary in temperature. I know this because it’s a mild summers day and I’m sitting in a freezing cold room. 36 degrees isn’t the temperature of this room at all.
I’m totally discombobulated by this realisation and now I have to question everything I was told about life when I was growing up.
Any legit scientists...
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You know when you’ve got flaky skin on the tip of your nose and it distracts you so you try and sweep it off but you can’t tell exactly where it is? You look daft, go all cross eyed trying to defy physics by reconfiguring your hand/eye co ordination and it’s just a waste of time because when you do find it, it won’t come...
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“Seldom will we risk mixing with those who reflect the parts of us that we don’t like or particularly identify with. This is however, part of the problem of insularity; we don’t learn of ourselves by seeing what we already know—we learn and grow by exposing ourselves to our fears, our unfamiliarities.”
“There are all kinds of perspectives you can take, and these perspectives are...
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Had a random thought. Was listening to the Strokes and Julian sang we’re not enemies, we just disagree. Ain’t that a great line for a song?
I thought to myself, ‘nobody has ever agreed, only agreed to disagree.’ So why can’t we do that now?
I need to lighten the fuck up 🔥
Was playing with words and it was fire, babe.
‘The Nomad’s Song’
Gone walking
Through the hills
Across valleys and
Distant meadows
When a madness
Struck me,
Plainly I broke
Clearly I spoke
There must be reason
Why I suffer today
There must be a purpose
For I will die without
Knowing my place.
When I stumbled heavily
Into an old grave, though
The headstone gave no name;
Nor date, it had etched
These...
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Gone walking
Through the hills
Across valleys and
Distant meadows
When a madness
Struck me,
Plainly I broke
Clearly I spoke
There must be reason
Why I suffer today
There must be a purpose
For I will die without
Knowing my place.
When I stumbled heavily
Into an old grave, though
The headstone gave no name;
Nor date, it had etched
These...
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Days like these are hard. There are so many good things in my life; I have three brilliant sisters, I have a great support network around me, I have a home that I’m happy in. I hate to not be able to appreciate all that but I can’t today.
I know the world expects me to be great but I just can’t get myself there...
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bookcouple:
I’m so sorry, that’s so hard to be put through
I want to put you first. That’s difficult because being alone in the city for so long I have learned to be selfish. You’re the antidote to this; you make me want to put someone else above myself, to make every decision on the basis of you and the outcomes are for you.
I want to spend the rest of my days loving you this...
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Don’t wanna speak in mask, just wanna speak to you directly and openly. Don’t wanna play songs that don’t even say what I wanna say, nobody writes those songs. Just wanna hold your hand and speak to you like lovers do.
I’ll always love you and always have, I know because every time you speak I melt a little bit and it’s as though our...
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