April 2009
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Irony.
Me: You creeped on me.
Aleks: Yes, I did.
Me: That's okay, I creeped on you. And you were dating someone at the time.
Aleks: I was in that sad excuse for a relationship.
Me: Aren't we all.
Aleks: No, no we're not.
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What I always need to find. →
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Project Mayhem
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In Fight Club, they trim their nails for the fight. I trim mine for the make-up session that follows.
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Where is home? I’ve wondered where home is, and I realized, it’s not Mars or...
– Kurt Vonnegut (via spareunderthemat)
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Pits
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I knew it wouldn’t work when we held hands for the first time and our finger-armpits didn’t touch.
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I woke up wanting to be taken advantage of.
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I had some coffee instead.
I read White Oleander instead.
I chugged a warm glass of water instead?
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Strangers
(via movingalong)
Often, when I see attractive women, I imagine what it would be like to be in their life, either in a friend kind of way or romantically. For this particular woman that I saw on the train today, I imagined the latter. It was nothing sexual, but I just kept picturing how lucky I would be to be at home, waiting for her to arrive, and when she did I would take off her shoes and rub...
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Welcome to the neighborhood.
On the way home from my seven-too-many-hours-long shift today, I was cut off by a car with a license plate that read something like “TNACIUS” (…). Before that, before even entering my car, I noticed that what was possibly the only other car in the employee lot (conveniently located right next to mine) had a Hunter College bumper sticker. I’ve noticed that car before and it...
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