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| I have migrated~
lizabethinks.blogspot.com
I wanted bethinks.blogspot but nooooooooooooo, some has already taken it ~
xoxo
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| If life were a tragic love story, how do you respond?
The telling adaptions of what is real, have been severely distorted. A twisted illusion presented through strings of aesthetic expressions. More or less, a producer's rendition, an attempt to seduce and convey a ultimately impractical idyll, at the expense of the responders disillusion. A heavy price.
The notion of temporary pain is a falsehood of it's own kind. It's temporary, but don't you feel shit everyday? It's easier to believe what is bad, being prisoner's of circumstance, we dive into intense the episode in the most melodramatic fashion, be it happy or sad.
But we are always unsatisfied, insufficient, positively torn; the design of our nature.
'Time will heal the pain.' Wrong.
Time will only momentarily ration out bits of gratification, if in a teasing manner, occasionally ecstasy. And we instantly sieve in it's moment, suffocating the portion, squeezing it dry; taking for granted the taste of water.
Then. We become thirsty. Once again.
See, pain is permanent and relief is temporarily, not the other way round.
It was never, that pain will go away. It is, the relief will come. Until it leaves again, leaving you back in square one.
Although I'm inclined to, I cannot say I vouch for all.
Some us are ever fortunate, in long duration, cohabiting with an alluring mirage.
So beauty, before your well runs dry, drink all the water you can...
But life could be nothing but a joke, a sentimental little con. xoxo
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| It doesn't help reading about an angry character, when your fucking angry yourself.
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| Thank you Lisa! ; I've fallen in love, again. Possibly deeper :P
Not saying, I was not in love before ...
On the contrary;
What I am to you, is not real ..
What I am to you, is not what you mean to me..
Coffee school tomorrow :)
I'm bringing fruit salad ladies! 'Cause my rents had take out .. and my mum made fruit salad :P
But in attempt, I'll see what I can unearthed in the morning lol
School was as per usual ~
I was entering the 'year book-profiles' into the computer today, and in doing so, I was compelled to read the comments made. It took me a while, when I finally realise.. these were messages, most, intended to be read later in life, when you turn to the paperback that so sacredly store bits of your memories from a certain point in time.
We're graduating soon ...
Perhaps some of you maybe thinking:
'So what? Big deal. I've graduated and I'm over it.'
Firstly, I did not say that I wasn't intending to get over it .. I will eventually.
But for a while, I want to appreciate that I share this common place with people in normal circumstances, I possibly wouldn't approach or meet. (I'm not hostile--I'm being realistic)
I mean, this is what we dream about ..
I wonder where we would end up, would we have the dreams we had back in high school?
We were only prisoner's of circumstance.
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I was going to attempt to be extremely cryptic, but I figured what's the point eh?
So here it goes, to you;
Quite the charmer, you have a certain way with words.
Something significant, discrete.. almost disgusting.
You can be extremely vexing.. and what causes even more exasperation is that, I cannot express to you in anyway, in fear of your 'delicate feelings'.
Arrogance seems to be your virtue, in saying so, you possess no vice. Flawless.
There had been many attempts where I have eschew your impudence, as they often say, ignorance is bliss.
So ignorant I'll be, I will not endeavor to improve your ill understanding or gloat in your dismay.
I will, however, be severely apathetic and continue to repress my repugnance, because ultimately we are.. "friends" .. are we not?
I'm not being cryptic. I'm being as blatant as I can be..
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