| Fais-moi grimper au rideau. |
| "The young hang mirrors in their homes. The elderly hang paintings." - Rant by Chuck Palahniuk |
| Beam me up, Scotty. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I'm sitting here, and I can't help but ask myself... How many hearts have you trifled, with your kind eyes and cunning smile? My coffee inevitably drops another degree. I don't even like black coffee, but I'll drink it anyway. Sometimes we need substitutes for our vices, a new depravity to fill the void. The truth is, "I'll miss you...eventually." I have never wanted a cigarette so badly in my entire life. I don't even smoke... often. Sometimes we do things because they remind us of the people we yearn for. I watch the haze dance and disappear to nothing, and I choke. Not for lack of oxygen, but rather due to the crushing assault of a million memories at once. Love is operatic. Lust is oblique. Sometimes the line between the two is illegible. In a mere week, you're halfway home. And in a week, I'm halfway gone. Stupid girl. She held the truth in a void. But now she's dead. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - |
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"Which is it, is man one of God's blunders or is God one of man's?" (Nietzsche)
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Cheers,
Caitlin
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"Every hot girl who can aim a camera thinks she's a photographer. Ooh, you took a black-and-white picture of a lawn chair and its shadowed and developed at Save-On. You must be so brooding and deep."
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