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God is supposed to open doors for people, and show them love and compassion and forgiveness. If God really is what the Westboro Baptist Church claims He is, I'd rather die than live on His earth.
blue eyes, a thin face, and a body as delicate as a blue birds. what beautiful creature are you? what can i do to make you love me?
Geometric. A word that evokes almost no creative thought what so ever. Geometric. Meaning something related to geometry? Math. Really. The least creative thing possible. Thanks. Way to leave it open-ended.
I just tried out for my school's musical, Legally Blonde. I can't believe the word was musical. But I want to get in, so bad. So, so, so bad. I think I'll die if I don't. Not really, but it really won't be pretty.
Something big, or something small, it doesn't matter. I just want to change the world doing something.
I think July is when things started getting good. I was working hard, I had my close friends, I was happy, I knew where I was supposed to be. And now, just a few months later, I feel like everything's just about fallen into place. It's only a matter of time before it's all uprooted again, I suppose...
Get higher. Be higher. Look higher. Feel higher. Get higher. Be higher. Look higher. Feel higher.
It's like when you say a word so many times you're not even sure it's still a real word. Like maybe you just saying it so many times would erase it from existence.
I should be on the rise. I should be slowly inflating, going up and up and up, feeling infinite, like that was all I would do for the rest of my life. Then there would be the fall, the sad, sad, fall, and then burning pain the whole way down until the tiny clunk and the bottom of the fall, the tiny sound of what's left of me hitting the cold ground.
The institution of Love isn't like the others. It's gentler, but rougher. It's easier, but harder. It's uplifting and a weight like no other. It's a contradiction, and there's nothing you can do to fix it.
She looked up at me with her dead gray eyes, and they seemed to reflect nothing but themselves. "I feel so cold," she whispered. "Won't you please help me?"
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