to a young poet

“Want to go get your stuff from Aaron and Praevin’s place?”
“Yeah, lets go!”
And that is how I spent the last half an hour of my birthday in Loris’ car, speeding down to Clayton, where I’ve never been before and probably won’t again. Oh, the randomness.
No thing that ever flew,
Not the lark, not you
Can die as [...]

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she always takes it with a heart of stone

Four that are on my list of favourite first lines:
‘Listen, Paula. I am going to tell you a story, so that when you wake up you will not feel so lost.’ — Isabel Allende, ‘Paula’.
‘Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again.’ — Daphne du Maurier, ‘Rebecca’.
‘I am the Vampire Lestat. I’m immortal. More [...]

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say goodnight and go

Panicking. Research essay due Monday, amount of research done = none.
soscreweddontevenhavetimetoworryaboutmybirthdayoranythingelsenonpsychologyrelated.
When all this researching is over, I am going to rent a stack of dvds and spend an entire day in my pyjamas, eating junk and spacing out on the couch.
Can someone please buy me more time as a birthday present?
Oy. *headache*

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is there a fragment of light at the end of the tunnel, a reason to fight?

I walked into the bookstore and ordered my coffee, idly flipping through the new releases on the shelves. There it was:
‘We are all failures — at least, all the best of us are’ – J.M. Barrie
It seemed appropriate, for a morning on which I could not seem to list a single reason why I was [...]

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we’re both looking for something we’ve been afraid to find

There is a bridge, and I don’t know how to cross the bridge. And deep inside I have my doubts abt the crossability of this bridge or even its existence, but for the sake of sanity I need to believe that there is a bridge.
There is a bridge between you and me and I need [...]

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and my dreams remember you

Here is the best thing about life: on any given day, you have as much chance as you did yesterday and you will tomorrow, to reinvent yourself. Every day is a chance to try again.
Here is the worst thing about life: with every new version of you that you invent, it becomes more and more [...]

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its a big girl world now…full of big girl things…and every day I wish I was small.

I seem to have lost my ability to blog. I’ve written and deleted a dozen entries and I’m beginning to hate the delete button. Every thing I write seems to be ‘too depressing’ or ‘hopelessly forced’ or ‘utterly boring’. Writing these days seems to have lost a certain flavour of enjoyment that it used to [...]

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frangipani memories

On this night I remember another night.
I remember a car spinning out of control, a wheel slipping out of his hands as casually as the words dropped from his lips, possessed by a will of its own. And as the car spun in slow motion, I remember feeling nothing but sweet joy,  and when the [...]

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