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I do what I like and I like what I do. Nothing particular on this blog, so I whine and complain sometimes. I like meeting new people though, that's my favorite.


“ None sing as purely as those in deepest Hell; it is their singing that we take for the singing of angels. ”

—    Franz Kafka, from Fragments  (via sixwingedangels)

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“ Do something instead of killing time, because time is killing you. ”

—    Paulo Coelho (via bookwormings)

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I had a dream that I died last night
I cried so fucking hard I thought my body would give up on me or something

Now I feel really weird upon waking

It’s always kind of scary sleeping at home by yourself.. But I have my trusty dog sleeping near me, so that helps ease the anxiety.

But it really is 10x harder to sleep in an empty place…

go to sleep now and actually have the energy to wake up early and go for a run before work


sleep later and probably wake up late and hurry to get to work and end up looking a hot mess

ha, sad thing is this is an actual dilemma

I cried on my 18th birthday. I thought 17 was such a nice age. You’re young enough to get away with things, but you’re old enough, too.

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