December 15, 2009
“ Small, simple, safe price
Rise the wake and carry me with all of my regrets
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November 26, 2009

lmfao

  • mom- Hey Billy. What cha up to?
  • billy- Texting?
  • mom- Oh, well who are you texting?
  • billy- A person..?
  • mom- Is it a girl?
  • billy- Obviously.
  • mom- What's her name?
  • billy- Oh you wouldn't know her, she's just a dumb slut.
  • **moms phone vibrates**
  • billy- Told you I was texting a slut.
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November 22, 2009

Do you honestly have everyone to blame but yourself?

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November 6, 2009

Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one’s head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.

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“ Life is a question of nerves, and fibres, and slowly built-up cells in which thought hides itself and passion has its dreams. You may fancy yourself safe and think yourself strong. But a chance tone of colour in a room or a morning sky, a particular perfume that you had once loved and that brings subtle memories with it, a line from a forgotten poem that you had come across again, a cadence from a piece of music that you had ceased to play… I tell you, that it is on things like these that our lives depend
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“ Yet each man kills the thing he loves,
By each let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flattering word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword.
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“ It is a sad thing to think of, but there is no doubt that genius lasts longer than beauty. That accounts for the fact that we all take such pains to over-educate ourselves. In the wild struggle for existence, we want to have something that endures, and so we fill our minds with rubbish and facts, in the silly hope of keeping our place. The thoroughly well-informed man—that is the modern ideal. And the mind of the thoroughly well-informed man is a dreadful thing. It is like a bric-a-brac shop, all monsters and dust, with everything priced above its proper value.
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“ She knew nothing but she had everything he had lost.
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The suspense is terrible. I hope it will last.

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Every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future.

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