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Some say the frog enjoys being boiled
she the devil
she a bad little bitch
she a rebel
I’ve done the worst and I’ll do it again. I’m sorry you don’t like who you turned me into
Here I am again. The same patterns, that feel like an old friend. One who’s hurt you before but you’re heart expands when you feel them reaching for you again.
I’m going to do it different this time. But still, my patterns emerge. I am stubborn in every direction.
Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You
Do you ever just blurt it out? Do you ever just let it flow? Do you ever just scribble? Let the hand go limp, and let the ghost of your unconscious take over? Do you ever do something so impulsively, so fluidly, that you never knew you always wanted? Just keep going. Just keep walking with assurance. Keep stepping closer and closer to where you were always going without knowing it. Roll the window down on the highway and stick your head out. With a screaming smile I want you to feel the wind and just be. It hurts to be this close to you and not be able to tell you what i’m thinking. About the intoxicating hint of warmth coming off your skin and the heavy happiness of everything we’ve ever been through. Oh how it aches and delights me. How I make a huge mess and then find myself in it. And it never feels complete but it always feels perfect.
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People don’t understand, that for people like me, when a person tries to enter my world, and tries to exchange words and love, it’s feels like a threat. Something to ground me to the earth, something that I’m tethered too. I don’t want to be tied to anyone, and I certainly don’t want anybody tied to me. I am my own.
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*holds a baby carrot like a cigarette* I’m just….. over it, you know?
To read" actually comes from the Latin reri "to calculate, to think" which is not only the progenitor of "read" but of "reason" as well, both of which hail from the Greek arariskein "to fit." Aside from giving us "reason," arariskein also gives us an unlikely sibling, Latin arma meaning "weapons." It seems that "to fit" the world or to make sense of it requires either reason or arms.
Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves
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