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Taste
your tongue tastes of ash. your skin tastes of salt. your wounds, of copper. your sweat, of malt. and your lips? your lips taste like me. *found on a bathroom wall at club dredd eastwood*
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A board+a wave=happiness
I went surfing last weekend after it seems like a decade (it was a few years ago) and I wanted to kick myself for taking such a long time to go back to the board. See, calling me athletic would be a stretch. Even if i do have the gait of a linebacker, I have no sport to call my own. I have not been part of a team since highschool, volleyball was a girl’s only option and even then I wasn’t exactly stellar at spiking, in fact i didn’t know how. The fact that my team became Intramurals champion two years in a row only proved one thing, that…
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Life is short
Last February, my uncle, (dad’s cousin) went to the doctor for a checkup for headaches. They found a baseball sized tumor in his brain, behind his right eye. He was sent home. Last Tuesday he passed away. They say he only waited for my aunt (his sister) to arrive, coz the day after he was gone. He was 55. Life is too short to stay depressed. This i know. Go for what makes you happy. Coz you never know when it’s your time to go.
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Thought of the day
You’re stronger than you think. And maybe I am too.
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Grateful
Thanks to everyone who remembered the birthday. 🙂 Hugs. Much love.
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Thought of the day:
Have a little faith in me. (Coz everyone knows I can’t lie worth a damn) 🙂
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The blues, the reds, the greens
I’ve got the blues. The birthday blues. This is new. I am usually a big fan of birthdays. Celebrating them, planning surprises, thinking of little gifts for the people in my life. I love finding the perfect present, the best way to celebrate. It’s that person’s own little day, that only happens once a year, and, the sap that I am, i try my darndest to be the catalyst for them to be happy it’s their birthday. Now my birthday, this year, I feel like hiding under the covers and putting out a sign that says “Go away.” I’m turning 23 in a couple of weeks and every time i…
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Song of the day:
Absolutely (Story of a Girl) by Nine Days Vintage classic. Especially these lines: Â Now how did we wind up this way Watching our mouths for the words that we say As long as we stand here waiting Wearing the clothes or the soles that we choose Now how do we get there today When we’re walking too far for the price of our shoes Your clothes never wear as well the next day And your hair never falls in quite the same way You never seem to run out of things to say 🙂
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Thought of the day:
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH. Ominous feeling, growing. 🙁