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it's the mark of the living to die.
(hell on earth by the deer tick)
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Friday, November 20, 2009
to float.
When the person you like happens to like you, it’s like a miracle. Something that almost never happens. Something that close to never happens. A miracle.
If someone other than me does read this and encounters something that is what I speak of or something that might resemble what is it that I speak of in any way, shape or form, please please pursue it. Not because I'm asking. That I ask for it doesn't matter. But for the sake of yourself. For the sake of the small chance of discovering...happiness. What it feels like to stretch the limits of the human capacity, the normal understanding of happy. To redefine the word through experience. To actually be the miracle. To float.
If someone other than me does read this and encounters something that is what I speak of or something that might resemble what is it that I speak of in any way, shape or form, please please pursue it. Not because I'm asking. That I ask for it doesn't matter. But for the sake of yourself. For the sake of the small chance of discovering...happiness. What it feels like to stretch the limits of the human capacity, the normal understanding of happy. To redefine the word through experience. To actually be the miracle. To float.
Friday, October 30, 2009
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Personal Statements
trying to work on personal statement.
as a result, have asked pple for theirs.
i read a great one today.
... My preconceived notions of grief led me to believe that I should have been debilitated, and at times this was true. The loss was piercing, often most notable in silence. The melody of the piano, the soft hum of a television playing soap operas, and the murmur of parents sharing about what they did that day were comforting sounds that were now lost. In these still and dark moments, my idle mind was left to wonder: Why? and What if? ...
Jueyoung
Great essays feel like a gift.
A gift that imparts this treasure, the only one of its kind in the world
That someone gives to you and only you
That then disappears as you read it
Because you’re swallowing it.
as a result, have asked pple for theirs.
i read a great one today.
... My preconceived notions of grief led me to believe that I should have been debilitated, and at times this was true. The loss was piercing, often most notable in silence. The melody of the piano, the soft hum of a television playing soap operas, and the murmur of parents sharing about what they did that day were comforting sounds that were now lost. In these still and dark moments, my idle mind was left to wonder: Why? and What if? ...
Jueyoung
Great essays feel like a gift.
A gift that imparts this treasure, the only one of its kind in the world
That someone gives to you and only you
That then disappears as you read it
Because you’re swallowing it.
Saturday, August 8, 2009
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