November 2011
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We are. We are? We are a build up of everything we done, everyone on we’ve met. Everything we’ve done has shaped up. Everyone we’ve met has molded us. We are a creation. Something so complex, and so simple. We are everything and nothing. We are a mess. We are ourselves and nothing more.
“People who love only once in their lives are shallow people. What they call...”
– Oscar Wilde (via xilikeyourbeard)
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These fever dreams are making me rethink everything. I don’t know where I am most days and I never know where I’m going. I wish I could have something that would run after me, slap in the face, and yell “I’m what you need.” I need to stop searching for something to complete me. I need to be content with this life. This life I’ve built for myself is a good one....
