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04 December 2025 @ 12:39 am

We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.
30 December 2009 @ 01:59 am
02 December 2009 @ 03:59 am
Where is the person who has your heart?
sleeping like i should be!

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11 November 2009 @ 02:52 pm
I just finished cleaning out my closet. Not metaphorically although I did find that the nature of the way I completed this task was almost entirely representative of how my "deprecated" character has been developing. Especially considering a myriad of events that have taken place, it was interesting to me how offhandedly I could part ways with a bunch of old things I've been hoarding for pretty much the duration of my life.

At the floor of my closet I found a dress that fell off its hanger so that was pleasing. I also came across a tape with "classical jukebox," which was my juvenile free music, on it. Optimistically, it will come in handy soon but I wish my bazooms were a bit smaller / nonexistent. That would make things a lot more uncomplicated. I didn't really find anything else of interest however I made a lot of room which with any luck, I will be utilizing in the near future when I repaint my room!
25 October 2009 @ 02:07 am
I watched final destination last night and i didn't cry; this is an improvement.
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