September 2010
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mini rant
small, fake, mini sobs
I hate those hours that I lie in bed with so much flowing through my mind that I can’t keep my eyes closed without feeling like I’m going to burst. I chant to myself, please, fall asleep. It feels so greedy to have all this time available to me that I can call my bedtime hours, yet sleep constantly eludes me, meanwhile, other people are chasing after this huge...
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Memories are what warm you up from the inside. But they’re also what tear...
– Haruki Murakami
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There’s no need to talk about it, because the truth of what one says lies...
– Bernhard Schlink