Wednesday, June 9, 2010

cleaning up

wild hearts can't be broken.




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It is the function of art to renew our perception.

...What we are familiar with we cease to see.

The writer shakes up the familiar scene, and, as if by magic, we see a new meaning in it.



- Anais Nin



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the perks of being a wallflower:



'sam tapped her hand on the steering wheel. patrick held his hand outside the car and made air waves. and i just sat between them. after the song finished, i said something.



"i feel infinite."



and sam and patrick looked at me like i said the greatest thing they ever heard. because the song was that great and because we all really paid attention to it. five minutes of a lifetime were truly spent, and we felt young in a good way. i have since bought the record, and i would tell you what it was, but truthfully, it's not the same unless you're driving to your first real party, and you're sitting in the middle seat of a pickup with two nice people when it starts to rain.'



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Dear Annette, I don't know what I could possibly say that would rectify the harm I've caused you. The truth of the matter is that being with you was the only time I have ever been happy. My whole life has been a joke. I prided myself on taking joy in others' misery. Well, it finally backfired. I succeed in hurting the first person I ever loved. Enclosed is my most prized possession. My journal. For a long time I considered it my trophy. A sordid collection of my conquests. If you really want to know the truth then please read it. No more lies. Please give me another chance. I'm a wreck without you. - Sebastian

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