justinme
Status: No one wonders whether it hurts as bad to walk away than to be left behind because no one believes it should be painful. At all.
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Be warned: this story is beautiful but tragic. It begins with Orpheus, the best musician that ever lived. One strum of his lyre, one note sung, and beasts would crawl to him, rocks would shift their...
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I understand the reason of why you left and it was not fit for me to try to escape this world.I was off to a bad start I know that, but the planet is too far ahead of me now and I feel like I’m...
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musicHe is playing the guitar on a street corner. He uses a little cardboard box to collect money. He is young, maybe 17 years old. His clothes are old, his hair is long. People walk by like they...
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Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low...
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I’ve spent a lot of time lately thinking about the difference between “eccentric” and “crazy.” I consider myself, and most of my close friends, to be on the eccentric side of the...
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S’io credesse che mia risposta fosse A persona che mai tornasse al mondo, Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma perciocche giammai di questo fondo Non torno vivo alcun, s’i’odo il...
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When I was younger, lying in my bed with its guard rails to keep me from flinging myself out of it in my sleep, I would think about thinking. I would worry that, after falling asleep, my brain would...
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Be warned: this story is beautiful but tragic. It begins with Orpheus, the best musician that ever lived. One strum of his lyre, one note sung, and beasts would crawl to him, rocks would shift their...
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I understand the reason of why you left and it was not fit for me to try to escape this world.I was off to a bad start I know that, but the planet is too far ahead of me now and I feel like I’m...
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musicHe is playing the guitar on a street corner. He uses a little cardboard box to collect money. He is young, maybe 17 years old. His clothes are old, his hair is long. People walk by like they...
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Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low...
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I’ve spent a lot of time lately thinking about the difference between “eccentric” and “crazy.” I consider myself, and most of my close friends, to be on the eccentric side of the...
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S’io credesse che mia risposta fosse A persona che mai tornasse al mondo, Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma perciocche giammai di questo fondo Non torno vivo alcun, s’i’odo il...
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When I was younger, lying in my bed with its guard rails to keep me from flinging myself out of it in my sleep, I would think about thinking. I would worry that, after falling asleep, my brain would...
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Be warned: this story is beautiful but tragic. It begins with Orpheus, the best musician that ever lived. One strum of his lyre, one note sung, and beasts would crawl to him, rocks would shift their...
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