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You just gotta let it go.

"I have a diary of our time together, and I gave him a long and honorable past. I was saddened, even shocked, but it was good to face reality. "

" I see myself becoming a creature who cries too, a creature has to cry a lot, because I almost think that pity is necessary before the kindness possible. And I, I know, have not got that far in life to make me compassionate. "

" I feel that if anything in my life deserved to deviate from previously established patterns, go beyond all the known limitations, this relationship was. I suppose if I try to be justified humiliation thinking how far I pushed for it to work. "

" I think you see life as a game of chess. I see it as a sonata. Because of this difference, both the king and the queen are lost, and the song is silenced. "

Lately it happens more frequently. It 'a kind of deja vu, but different from any kind of deja-vu.
A second before I am there, absently doodling geometric designs on quadernino notes, the voice of the professor of anatomy that is becoming ever more distant ... and then suddenly I can see myself from outside, and are no longer the same old me, talk, listen, suffering, rejoicing, lives, but the protagonist of an adventure epic, which begins and ends in a few pages of a book I read but can not remember when or how, that is equally as good, hear, suffer, rejoice and live, but whose senses are so heightened that they can feel more at any moment, its true essence.
am Elizabeth Bennet, and I feel exactly that sense of apprehension and anticipation at the sound of the bell, the same relief to come face to face with Darcy, talking with Darcy. And Darcy answered, but I already know the content of your speech even before he heard it.
are Tereza, and the night I cling to the body of Thomas with a desperation that has become all too familiar. Appearance that his breathing is regular face, and his members to relax, before taking leave from his sleep, and even in my sleep, I see nothing but the regular jolt in his chest, the slow hiss from his nostrils.
Even now, as Pigio nervously on the keyboard, others are not Leslie, intent on writing a long e-mail to Richard. We are at a crucial point in our history. He's going to realize that you need me, is about to take a final decision is going to give up the idea that two kindred spirits as we can not let their separate weaknesses. It will do so. It will, of course it will.

has to.

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Are we ever gonna learn to fly?

"When someone tries," said Siddhartha, "then it easily happens that the eye loses its ability to see anything, out of what he seeks, and that he can not find anything , can not absorb anything, per se, because I always think only what he seeks, because it has a purpose, because it is owned by its purpose. Searching means: having a purpose. But finding means: to be free, to remain open, to have no purpose. You, venerable, are perhaps the fact that a search because, in pursuit of your goal, you do not see many things that are before our eyes. " [Hermann Hesse, Siddharta]

Black Haired Green Eyed Actresses

Far away in silence, watching.

You give me hope.
You make me hope. You give me hope
.
You make me hope.
You make me hope.
You make me hope.
You make me hope.

[DetoxDay # 3]

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Want to feel like I'm missed.

Are you one of the beautiful people?
Is my name on the list? Want to be
of the beautiful people ...
Wanna feel like I'm missed.

Hey you with the walkie talkie
I know my clothes are not right,
I wish I had my own walkie talkie
That reached to God every night.

Everyone needs to be somebody!
Everyone needs to find someone who cares!
But I don't know if you know what I mean
cause I'm never on your list.

Are you one of the beautiful people?
Am I on the wrong track?
Sometimes it feels like I'm made of eggshell
And it feels like I'm gonna crack.

Everyone needs to be somebody!
Everyone needs to find someone who cares!
But I do not know if you know what I mean
cause I'm never on your list.

I'm never on your list.
I'm never on your list.
I'm never on your list.

~

As a child I was terrified of needles.

And as often happens when you're scared, get to a certain point when it is no longer allowed the luxury of escape.

I remember the day I first vaccination. Then

me enough courage to lie on bed, close your eyes, lips tighten, tighten all the muscles, and wait .... it was all gone. Incision remained virtually invisible, the memory of a little pain and the joy of passing dreaded moment.

Why this picture? Why now?
Maybe I just did not do that bad.
appearing normal, routine, like an injection in which no child can escape .