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Thought


A thin line can connect the intricate to the robotic


Regret


It’s ironic there’s a hip boy band named One Direction when in actuality our choices are unlimited


Isolation vs. Solitude


Open your mind or you’ll be another victim unlike this guy who’s full of fun and fever


My playhouse is underneath our house and I hear people telling each other secrets.


It’s probably best we can’t read each others minds, or else our world wouldn’t seem so divine


Thoughts are shadows of our feelings- always darker, emptier, and simpler.


It’s probably best we can’t read each others minds, or else our world wouldn’t seem so divine


I believe almost all of our sadnesses are moments of tension that we find paralyzing because we no longer hear our surprised feelings living.


The sun will continue shining, but all you want to do is curl up in a ball and call it a day


Anticipation: In drawing, the trace always proceeds in the night: it always escapes the field of vision.


I like detective games, where secrets can be uncovered with lemon juice


Fleas interest me so much that I let them bite me for hours. They are perfect, ancient, Sanskrit, machines that admit of no appeal. They do not bite to eat, they bite only to jump; they are the dancers of the celestial sphere, delicate acrobats in the softest and most profound circus; let them gallop on my skin, divulge their emotions, amuse themselves with my blood, but someone should introduce them to me. I want to know them closely, I want to know what to rely on. -Neruda


Things are a lot more intricate if you notice them


Sublime. The beautiful, according to Edmund Burke, is what is well-formed and aesthetically pleasing, whereas the sublime is what has the power to compel and destroy us.


I need answers that don’t exist


Amplified


A little girl ran through the meadow To catch a tiny sun-kissed flower. Shining white/gold beads piled up the stem As she held her breath to count to ten She picked one up and licked its lining tasting metallic glands of pure ivy. A salty taste crept up her bones, sucking up her calcium, making her old.



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