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| ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) sandee725's tweets reminded me that I hadn't listened to this song in over a year. I can't properly express how much it means to me! I remember spending almost an hour with this on loop in high school, maybe a day or so before we officially graduated. Bawled uncontrollably. Listening to it now, I still have to fight back tears. ♥ I've heard it said
That people come into our lives for a reason
Bringing something we must learn
And we are led
To those who help us most to grow
If we let them
And we help them in return
Well, I don't know if I believe that's true
But I know I'm who I am today
Because I knew you
Like a comet pulled from orbit
As it passes a sun
Like a stream that meets a boulder
Halfway through the wood
Who can say if I've been changed for the better?
But because I knew you
I have been changed for good | |
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| Title: Susurrant
Characters: Crowley, Aziraphale
The park was different at sunset. At first, Aziraphale thought it was the wind, turning vicious and unrelenting and cold. Then he thought it was the ducks, huddling by the heated lakeshore with their heads tucked under their wings and ignoring the spongy clumps of bread floating inches away. Eventually, though, he found it was the scarlet — hard-edged and seeping into every corner, painting the landscape with strokes of fire and leaving shadows twisted oddly in its wake.
‘S’like the end of the world,’ he heard Crowley say, and he felt the hand at his waist curl closer and a tired laugh slide along his ear.
Aziraphale’s voice trembled like the leaves around him when he spoke.
‘No,’ he said. ‘Not at all.’
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AWWWW? ISA YOU FANGIRL HAHAHAHAHA. | |
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| Today's fuckery, in order of appearance:
- Home printer eats references for Doloricon plate
- Final printing turns out crap for 800 pesos, total of 1160 after second go
- Cell phone meets tubig sa kanal, incurs scuffs and grossness
- Rain is excessively wet on walk to Ministop
- Lunch comes straight out of freezer, bit like eating (r)ice cream
- Doloricon deadline moved to Thursday, renders printing stress pointless
- Bitchface, can't stand you
- Headache
- Research proposal
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| On and off, because that's the way the feeling comes. In spurts that originate from fuck knows where. There's a reason for it, but reasons don't explain how this constantly running flesh-and-blood machine can generate within itself such powerful surges of intangible but unbearably real pain that you are left unable to think or work or register anything other than the need to have it all over and done with.
Why can't things be perfect? | |
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| MY BAG IT HAS ARRIVED INNOCENT WORLD SALE PIECE SO CUTE AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
(My mom has one, too. Lolita mommy, awww!) | |
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| Is it because you're tired, or sleepy, or maybe just the littlest bit mortified at your state of dress? Because it doesn't matter. Don't be ungrateful, you have the sweetest set of friends in the world, and no matter how late you sleep because they ambush you on your way home from school or cackle like demons from outside your door, you know that there can be nothing more uplifting than even a second of time spent with people you love. | |
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| Was busy deleting things from my desktop, and I happened upon this: I am, at the moment, chatting with samiedg, and David Tennant has his eyebrow raised at me from her icon while I type in my push-up bra because it's so bloody hot. The weather, I mean. It's hot. Not sure if I should put my shirt back on or just hide his the-fuck-are-you-doing face. Heehee, David Tennant. Sex. ☆ I hate pretentious, self-satisfied people who think they've written something profound and catalytic, but really just make no bloody fucking sense. | |
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| Unlocked some private entries — dreams and a bit of original fiction I did back in CW 10. I figured it was pointless to keep them inaccessible, since the only reason I hid them in the first place was because I was ashamed of the writing. They aren't so terrible now (or, rather, I've stopped cringing at the sight of them), and, besides, it's not like I'll be judged any worse than the other people who stick their crap writing on the internet. I am looking at your lot, crap fan fiction people whose number I was once proudly part of. This one particularly amused me. Maybe I should consider illustrating my dreams for thesis? | |
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| Took the ColorQuiz again. I may have to do this regularly, it's a little unnerving how the results fit my current position in life so smoothly. Ah, I wonder what shall become of me?
Your Existing Situation
Inclined to choose luxurious things, which are gratifying to the senses. Turned off by things which are tacky and tasteless.
Your Stress Sources
Wishes for freedom and independence, free from limitations and restrictions except for the ones she chooses to give herself.
Your Restrained Characteristics
Her desire to avoid open conflict and tension forces her to put her desires on hold, even though she is feeling restrained and uneasy. Current situations have left her feeling overwhelmed and tormented. Needs to avoid further activity or demands and concentrate on relaxing and becoming emotionally sound.
Your Desired Objective
Relies on love and friendship to bring her happiness. She is in constant need for approval and this makes her willing to help others in exchange for love and understanding. She is open to new ideas as long as they are productive and interesting.
Your Actual Problem
Feeling held back and restricted from moving forward, looking for a solution that will give her more freedom and less obstacles.
- Tags:life
- Mood:contemplative
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