Writing
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Don’t push too hard. Don’t expect too much. Don’t worry about that. That’s my favorite. Don’t worry. Don’t worry about that, that will never happen. Because let me tell you, it always happens. I am strong willed and loud about it. I am an exhausting human to be around. I push and I push and
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That moment. You know the one I’m talking about. You’ve had them. The moment I said it you instantly thought of one of them. The moments that made you. The moments that broke you. But that moment. You know the one. That one. When you close your eyes and think of it you can remember
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Sometimes I stumble. It’s a major side effect of being the very flawed human I happen to be. They don’t give you a handout at birth. Not one specifically designed to you, anyways. The one that says you’re going to go through some shit. You’re going to walk so far into a swamp you’re going
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I find greeting cards dull and unimaginative. They try, they really do try. They do come close to the essence of human emotion. I think, perhaps the real problem is I feel everything too deeply, too sharply, in too much descriptive detail. Anytime I’ve ever bought a card for someone I have to buy one
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“There is not some exquisite beauty, without some strangeness on the proportion.” – Edgar Allan Poe I always found it odd, call it poetic justice if you will, when a literary quote you’ve carried with you for so long finally clicks into place in your life. I could spin you a tale of my life
I Would Rather Be In Bed 