February 2011
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January 2011
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One year ago today, life seemed to collide into a big ball of desperation and immediate meaning. Today, it just feels lost.
You’ve shocked me to my soul, and I wear your legacy inked on my forearm. I miss you, AJ. But you’re still here.
Wish I could say one year on that I made a difference, that I really did use this as a catalyst. Instead I’m tasting my own tears that fall...
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People like me, who think too much, are so glad, so grateful, at least at first,...
– A Whistling Woman by A.S. Byatt (via thechocolatebrigade)