Claire Keane
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YOU ARE THE REASON
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It’s been too long.
I haven’t been here for the longest time, but that doesn’t mean my mind stopped wandering to faraway places. I’m not yet ready for a long text post, but here are some of the photos which I’ve been saving randomly on my desktop for no reason at all - photos which make me realize I’ve changed a lot since clerkship started, and no longer spent time thinking abstract thoughts. Oh well. Feel free to think of captions.
Nakaka-miss naman 'to.
Eventually soulmates meet, for they have the same hiding place.
Robert Brault (via awakenedvibrations)
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How true.
Just because I'm too shy to post this anywhere but here. This is a rough cover of Hazy (Rosi Golan ft. William Fitzsimmons), with Mr. Jem Lorilla. :)
*hides in the corner*
Maybe it's inappropriate or maybe it's unnecessary, but there are (non-hormone-related) days when I feel truly unappreciated.
It's really more than that.
"Do I attract you? Do I repulse you with my queasy smile?"
Mika and a piano together make my heart so happy.
We're hollow like the bottles that we drain. I'd like it if you stayed.
In some ways she is more grown-up than the rest of them. But it isn’t because she knows more things. She knows fewer things; she often has trouble making her way through the vocabularies of the others. “I don’t get that,” is what she says, and the others take a delight in explaining, as if she’s a foreigner, a cherished visitor from some other country. She goes to movies and watches television like the rest of them but she has few opinions about what she has seen. The most she will say is “Crap” or “He’s not bad.” Though friendly, she is cautious about expressing approval in words. “Fair” is her best compliment. When the others talk about what they’ve read or what subjects they will take next year at university, she is silent. But she knows other things, hidden things. Secrets. And these other things are older, and on some level more important. More fundamental. Closer to the bone.
Margaret Atwood, from Wilderness Tips (via violentwavesofemotion)
Failure is the condiment that gives success its flavor.
Truman Capote (via feellng)
Open a book this minute and start reading. Don’t move until you’ve reached page fifty. Until you’ve buried your thoughts in print. Cover yourself with words. Wash yourself away. Dissolve.
Carol Shields, The Republic of Love (via feellng)
I have fallen in love with trees over and over again.
Posting these photos for reference. Just in case I forget that this world is an amazing place to live in. Just in case I forget that whatever happens, we I will always have summer.
Good must never be enough.