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Your mind is my treasure, and if it were broken, it would be my treasure still.
All my heart is yours, sir: it belongs to you; and with you it would remain, were fate to exile the rest of me from your presence forever.
Feeling kinda low. Nothing specific per se…just one of those days I guess. It’s Friday, and no plans other than work. Just more of the same, which is nothing really.
strange to think that Nirvana was only around for 7 years and yet…changed everything.
people love to romanticize being a writer when really it's just clacky-clacky backspace snacky
My Mac laptop is 8 years old. It’s not even syncing anymore. Might be time for a new one but it’s such an investment. Ugh.
Call me Dahmer 'cause your heart's so tasty. Holy hell, what a line.
A Russian novel in a text from the wrong person.
Marlee has such a soothing voice
When someone’s gone, you can never ask them about that one song. Was it this one or that one? I can’t remember. Infinite suspension.
Beginning, middle, end.
two bags of groceries= $90 (!!!) what the hell is going onnnnn with this world? i don't even know anymore.
He can’t be wounded cause he’s got no heart
Five Aprils without you. How many Aprils do I have left…
Lightning and thunder…my dog is panting, scared, and not wanting to leave my side. Poor thing.
I have a work meeting at 7:15 am, with people from the UK again. Been up since 4am…couldn’t sleep, and feeling so exhausted.
A friend brought over chocolate chip and cookie dough ice cream…quite the adventurous flavour. I usually just get French Vanilla, because it’s the best.
Who was it that decided to put Wish you were here on your tombstone? Was it your brother? Sister?
Nevertheless, whenever I hear that song, I always think of you.
Scorsese red vs Twin Peaks Hell Scene red.
These Arms of Mine -Otis Redding
I feel anxious. My chest uneasy. Maybe it’s the coffee. Maybe it’s thoughts of you.
Blog until you die
stuck in a revolving door of sameness
emojis as poetry
I feel like I consume more than I make.
I worry about the wrong things.
I have a meeting at work soon and it always makes me feel like I’m going to get sacked.
why does who we are always take a back seat to what we do
Fuck work is painful today.
Why do I have to work my only life away.
Work is dragging and the only thing getting me through is the possibility of ordering take out.
I don’t think my boss likes me very much.
I wish there was a website platform that could last forever and would still be around long after you’re dead…so that a small piece of you could remain alive and connect with those from the future.
It’s my last day off before work tmrw. Already dreading it. I wish I could somehow work for myself instead of talking to a million people on the phone all day like a robot.
I might be too sensitive for social media.
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