September 2009
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“You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late,...”
– Persuasion, Jane Austen (via expose) (via bravery)
attending an aa picnic for lack of a better thing to do and am using the opportunity to people watch. i must try to unleash the barriers of my mind and emulate spontaneous prose ala kerouac.
i’m not exactly cold but i feel chilled on the surface. like the thin layers of ice, cracked from pressure over tepid water as if in an ice cube tray.
compartments:
everyone here is broken off into...
