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Cheers, thanks for everything. You hung me up by my heart… you’re just so selfish yes you are.

Someday, we’ll run into each other again, I know it. Maybe I’ll be older and smarter and just plain better. If that happens, that’s when I’ll deserve you. But now, at this moment, you can’t hook your boat to mine, because I’m liable to sink us both.

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Love is a temporary madness; it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of eternal passion. That is just being in love, which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Those that truly love have roots that grow towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossoms have fallen from their branches, they find that they are one tree and not two.
Louis de Bernieres

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hello there handsome

hello there handsome

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If I had all the time in the world,

I would just sit around and listen to your beautiful voice.

Serenade me, my prince charming; you’re just half the world away.

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Hunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs too much to love.

A tall desire to be an enthralling change in this mundane world

Just finished reading the book, “Flowers for Algernon.” I shouldn’t have been so impatient to consume the whole book right before the dawn… I am very sad about the ending of the story. Simultaneously, I feel enlightened to have discovered that I enjoy reading. I enjoy learning new words and the ways a person can get so creative about the usage and the mixture of tones, diction, metaphors, and all that nonsense. I feel the hunger for knowledge. Reading is good; it reminds me to search deeper for my own character.

Rainy days remind me of that one time in sophomore year when Zenas came running from the dorm to my calculus class with an umbrella so that I won’t catch a cold, not even a drop of rain. As we headed back to our dorm, we picked up cups of hot cocoa to satisfy my sweet tooth and streamed “Friends” for hours…. how I dearly miss those times!

I can’t wait to go home and read under my blankets, drinking some hot cocoa and trying to relive those fuzzy moments again.. 

I guess I’ll be nostalgic today.