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Wednesday, October 13, 2010, 9:01 PM
It's ending:) And I'm not sore I have one extra paper than everyone else okay I'm more sore about my pen ink HAHAH. And when it's over I'm going to uphold all my promises to myself aka that thrift store, and I don't care if I have to go alone. I'm going to have the time of my life before my crappy results get back sigh. And I still have a two paged letter to write D:
As the rain pours
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A Whiting and A Snail-Lewis Carroll
‘Will you walk a little faster?’ said a whiting to a snail.
‘There’s a porpoise close behind us, and he’s treading on my tail.
See how eagerly the lobsters and the turtles all advance!
They are waiting on the shingle - will you come and join the dance?
Will you, won’t you, will you, won’t you, will you join the dance?
Will you, won’t you, will you, won’t you, won’t you join the dance?
‘You can really have no notion how delightful it will be
When they take us up and throw us, with the lobsters, out to sea!’
But the snail replied ‘Too far, too far!’ and gave a look askance -
Said he thanked the whiting kindly, but he would not join the dance.
Would not, could not, would not, could not, would not join the dance.
Would not, could not, would not, could not, could not join the dance.
‘What matters it how far we go?’ his scaly friend replied.
‘There is another shore, you know, upon the other side.
The further off from England the nearer is to France -
Then turn not pale, beloved snail, but come and join the dance.
Will you, won’t you, will you, won’t you, will you join the dance?
Will you, won’t you, will you, won’t you, won’t you join the dance?’
It's the silence that breaks you
Have you ever been in love? Horrible, isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life … you give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like "maybe we should be just friends" or "how very perceptive" turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. Nothing should be able to do that. Especially not love. I hate love.
-The Sandman, Neil Gaiman
You're moving down the page and you know you're on your way
Wednesday, October 13, 2010, 9:01 PM
It's ending:) And I'm not sore I have one extra paper than everyone else okay I'm more sore about my pen ink HAHAH. And when it's over I'm going to uphold all my promises to myself aka that thrift store, and I don't care if I have to go alone. I'm going to have the time of my life before my crappy results get back sigh. And I still have a two paged letter to write D:
