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A wallflower

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All of the things you fear I'll judge if you tell me, are the things I want know first so I can love you where it hurts the most. I hate small talk. I wanna talk about atoms, death, aliens, sex, magic, intellect, the meaning of life, faraway galaxies, the lies you've told, your flaws, your favorite scents, your childhood, what keeps you up at night, your insecurity and fears. I like peole with depth, who speak with emotion from a twisted mind. I don't want to know "what's up".

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23052016

See right through me

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15052016 Have faith 🙏

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12052016

More like a drag queen than Joker 😂😂😂

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09042016 Gotten

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26032016 All your beastliness, it's an act. It's a great, big, massive cover up. You growl and you snap but you are in pain. You've got a big thorn in your beastly paw. Like a lion, a lovely, lovely lion. - Anna from Boston

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06032016

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To hope on what has to come next or to wonder if there will be one…

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15022016 We shook hands, and yet, strangely, it was much closer and more intimate than an embrace would have been. - Charlie, Flowers for Algernon

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Questions thrown by the Protagonist left me mystified, confused at times but never once enlightened. Like Anthony, I deserve to be told by Veronica that “You don’t get it. You never were and you never will.” But know that I will. And with that, I consider myself lucky I’ve got to encounter this book at my age; ‘Cause I know that once I reread this when I already retired, I will be more equipped to what has to come in every passage, and would not be left wretched by attacks of nostalgia (or not as much as I would like to admit). The entirety of this book is being enveloped by nostalgia which is known as our permanent companion later in this life. And as I’ve read, it may come unwelcomed by us more often as we age.

Don’t think that I did not enjoy this read. I actually did and got inspired to religiously write detailed personal account of my life (not to be put in a book, anyway). I was persuaded by Finn to his idea: “History is that certainty produced at the point where imperfections of memory meet the inadequacies of documentation”. As we live, we harbor false memories (not by being delusional or anything) because our memories do not remain as it was. We might remember the “essentials” as unconciously determined by ourselves but some particular details that we thought were not there at all, because time made it blurred for us, can bite us hard once we stumble upon them (like rereading an old letter made by our immature or perhaps free spirit version). And when I said “it can bite us hard”, it can turn out as a good kind of bite, the kind that we never knew we will be needing at a certain point.

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Not to fully accept but more to understand that saying goodbye is part of life. There will be more of it at this time forward. But do not fret. Live well instead. Make sure that this part will always hurt so much. ‘Cause through it, you’ll know you have opened yourself to others and therefore, lived well. All of us will end up alone anyway. So live each moment while you can.

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Harinawa

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From: Adaptation

Love FREELY this 2016

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31122015

Promise me, you won’t linger.

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22082015

Let’s be hopeful kind of sad together.

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How often do we tell our own life story? How often do we ADJUST, EMBELISH, MAKE SLY CUTS? And the longer life goes on, the fewer are those around to challenge our account, to remind us that our life is not our life, merely the story we have told about our life. Told to others, but -mainly- to ourselves.

Anthony Webster, The Sense of An Ending