Perspective, please.
Monday, December 17, 2007
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- Walking in the stylish shoes my sister got me make...
- Have you passed through this night?
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- My imagination of the future will get the best of me.
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- It has been years since that night, but I'll never...
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- Sigur Rós - Glósóli
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- I'm a confused human being.
- God, just grant one of my wishes. Just one. I just...
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- Some things aren't taught in schools
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- Time spent alone
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- Everytime I didn't say, I love you, I lied III
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- Everytime I didn't say, I love you, I lied II
- Unfortunately, everyone else is asleep when I'm awake
- Everytime I didn't say, I love you, I lied
- Everything in 10 seconds
- I think of death these days as a companion I long ...
- This is an adventure.
- When I ask you to listen
- Sometimes I feel like a freak for still being single.
- It was the worst of times, continued and concluded
- It was the best of times, continued
- Our gaze is all about perception
- I told the truth about my sickness. Now I wish I h...
- ...but your hopelessness is beautiful
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for life's not a paragraph, And death i think is no parenthesis
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