This is the place I intended to put all of the words. Every one of them. However most of the words will go into another blog, along with all of the bad drawings, and all of the pictures of me pulling my hair out (see all of the words for an explanation). So I guess this is for some of the words, mostly those of others, because that's what tumblr is for, right?
^this
Funny thing is if I watched it now it’d never be as good as when I was a kid. It’d compete and be defeated by its own shadow.
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dazjazz
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1/11/12 — 8:45pm
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#but I wanna watch it so bad
= my last few days
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anthonyyyy
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1/11/12 — 8:34pm
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#Better than apologising for other people's faults
Dearest Cecilia,
the story can resume
The one I had been planning on that evening walk. I can become again the man who once crossed the Surrey park at dusk, in my best suit, swaggering on the promise of life.
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itsnottoolatetobebrandnew
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12/17/11 — 7:09pm
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nothingisaseloquentasnothing
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12/17/11 — 4:22pm
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Somebody That I Used To Know (feat. Kimbra)
Although only potentially relevant to some disastrous future, this still resonates, somehow. It’s also pretentious enough for my pussybow blouse, and I do love co-ordinating.
When I realised it didn’t matter, none of it, not a single thing, that really took the edge off of trying to be anything other than happy.
