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Today has been a fucked up day literally since my alarm went off at 340 am. Just all kinds of shitty in all facets of my life. The best part was the 3 hour nap I took to avoid life and maybe the taquitos im about to eat, everything else is a shitstorm.


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deprivedteens:

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Tom Wolfe was right. You cant go home again because home has ceased to exist except in the mothballs of memory.

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In books I have traveled, not only to other worlds, but into my own.
I refuse to accept this. I believe that man will not merely endure: he will prevail. He is immortal, not because he alone among creatures has an inexhaustible voice, but because he has a soul, a spirit capable of compassion and sacrifice and endurance. The poet’s, the writer’s, duty is to write about these things. It is his privilege to help man endure by lifting his heart, by reminding him of the courage and honor and hope and pride and compassion and pity and sacrifice which have been the glory of his past. The poet’s voice need not merely be the record of man, it can be one of the props, the pillars to help him endure and prevail.

So today I was reading at the park (which, by the way men, is actually not an invitation for you to approach me about what im reading. It in genuinely me reading a book that does not require your input ir approval) and this guy I recognized stopped to talk to me.

Note: I recognize him because one day while shopping he approached me TWICE then didnt get the boyfriend dropping or the forward me saying I dont want to give you my number especially as I am in a relationship. He wouldnt give up so I told him to add me on facebook and when he did I neither approved nor declined his request just left him in awkward facebook limbo.

Anyways after the obligatory intro of commenting on the book I was reading he tried to figure out how he knew me and his first question was “are you a dancer?”. Since this interaction I have been wondering about this question and what it exposes of this person. Is he a regular ballroom dancer? Watch ballet? Or is he a frequent strip club customer and theres a stripper that looks like me much like lily and her doppelganger. Those are some different ends of the spectrum that will tell me a lot about this character.

Guys I look like a ballet stripper.. who appreciates the dying art of reading literature.


All growth is a leap in the dark, a spontaneous, unpremeditated act without benefit of experience.

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