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Pizza.. Pocket? #1

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And when I’m back in Chicago, I feel it Another version of me, I was in it I wave goodbye to the end of beginning

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And all of the sudden, there is nowhere to go No one to follow and you're on your own

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About Longevity I

Ossis Tehp: "So you'd be fine living the next three hundred turns with just one hand? In theory. Theo Kisne stares at Ossis. "We can live up to three hundred turns?!" Ossis Tehp: "No one told you?"

[meandering-ic]

You're frightened over your nature Your promises, they escape you What's one more burden on the back of this beast?

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I don't know if you're ready You should see where I have been I don't know if you're ready And I don't know where to begin

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You’ve never felt that way inclined. It’s taken all the years to find out you’re free, supposedly.

[crowbound]

You could ask him to kill for you & he would, though you never do because you like how he instinctively moves to protect you without you saying anything.

This man has done bad things; they’ve nested in his bones, they make him move like his love for you does. (via crowbound-archived)

[thewanderingmillennial]

How?

[meandering-ic]

And the spirits fly away, yet we wanted them to stay... Tell us why we seek outside, when it's all inside our minds Carry us to cradled coves Bury us beneath the hands of monster who can dance To a faithful kind romance... I saw you in the Light You fell from death and all it's neighbors...

[quotemadness]

The feelings that hurt most, the emotions that sting most, are those that are absurd - The longing for impossible things, precisely because they are impossible; nostalgia for what never was; the desire for what could have been; regret over not being someone else; dissatisfaction with the world’s existence. All these half-tones of the soul’s consciousness create in us a painful landscape, an eternal sunset of what we are.

Fernando Pessoa (via quotemadness)

[meandering-ic]

Love, it stings and then it laughs At every beat of my battered heart The sudden jolt, a tender kiss I know I'm gonna die of this And that's because..

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

What gets to you is that the boy seems to be reading your mind, can hear these thoughts, and this makes you wonder what else he has seen, what else he might know, or guess. And as you lock gazes and you finally force the amused smile you wish had come easily, what unnerves you, what finally makes you turn away, is that without moving a muscle or blinking an eye he begins to smile back.

David Wroblewski, from The Story of Edgar Sawtelle (Ecco, 2008)

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Journal Entry #402 (Maril)

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

There are times when I feel you might be searching for me, when I can read what is written on the far sides of stars.

Richard Jackson, from “Alternate Endings,” Resonance (The Ashland Poetry Press, 2010)

[meandering-ic]

Time Time Time.. #1

N’idawa: "I have a growing collection of pocket chronometers." Pearl Lane Elezen: "What's a chronometer do again? Sounds like a fancy name for a watch... N’idawa: “It tells time.” Pearl Lane Elezen: "So a chrometer's just a watch then?" N’idawa: "No, it's a chrononometer." Pearl Lane Elezen: "And that is? I'm really confused right now..." N’idawa: "A device, pocket sized, that tells time." N’idawa: "What is a watch?" Pearl Lane Elezen: "No what's a chronomajiggy?" N’idawa: "It's a device that tells time." N’idawa: "... What is a watch?"