Blue. Blue like the waters of a turbulent lake. Blue like the core of the most precious sapphire gem. Blue like the soft petals of a blooming cornflower.



Day 125
You end up hurt - sometimes hideously so.

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Day 124
You wake up to things that remain exactly the same, to routines of thoughts and actions that you aren't brave enough to change. Get up, get out.

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Day 123
Each night I imagine my heart is a spinning ball of light that shines brighter and spins faster the more I think about it. So I can give that light to you in the morning.

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<3 totoro!



It's a feeling that comes across, even if you don't put it in words.



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dwU8eavPInw&feature=relmfu

Doesn't allow for embedding!







When you were standing in the wake of devastation
When you were waiting on the edge of the unknown
And with the cataclysm raining down, insides crying, "save me now"
You were there, impossibly alone.



And that was before the hurricane came in and stopped us.



Death unites hope for all to see.



"People like you to be something, preferably what they are."
East of Eden, John Steinbeck



"Yes or no. In or out. Up or down. Live or die. Hero or coward. Fight or give in. I’ll say it again to make sure you hear me. The human life is made up of choices. Live or die. That’s the important choice. And it’s not always in our hands."

Grey’s Anatomy Season 6 Finale, Derek Shepard



Someday this pain will be useful.



Day 122
Don’t miss out on what's happening now because you're waiting for something better to come along. You can’t live for the future, just like you can’t line in the past.

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Neville being badass as usual!!







Day 121
They say goodbye and walk away the way they always do. Then you pretend that nothing has happened. It happens, you find people, and then you lose them. And it’s those goodbyes, the ones you thought you’d never have to say, that hurt the most.

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"It’s impossible to say a thing exactly the way it was, because what you say can never be exact, you always have to leave something out, there are too many parts, sides, crosscurrents, nuances; too many gestures, which could mean this or that, too many shapes which can never be fully described, too many flavors, in the air or on the tongue, half-colors, too many."

Margaret Atwood

(Handmaid's Tale was good!)

Do you see the arrow between the “E” and the “x”? and the spoon in the “e”?



Day 120
It's high time you realised it's not the mountains you have to climb that wears you out, but the pebble caught in your shoe.

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Make each moment count.



If you're reading this, you probably witnessed the time when SPI bags were cool.

"Prince, what you are you are by accident of birth; what I am, I am through my own efforts. There have been thousands of princes and will be thousands more. There is only one Beethoven."

L.W. Beethoven, from a letter to Prince Lichnowsky



Steinway and Sons. One day I'll own one of them.



This is a postcard from 1917.



Yes that is the Moon, Venus, storm clouds, and some birdies all in one breathtaking photograph taken in Spain.



Something is missing. Let it be, it needs some time alone.



And we'll all float on, okay.



Day 119
You were born because you were going to be important to someone.

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Yes I am distracted.



Mom: So are you ready for school tomorrow?
Cindy: What? I don't start tomorrow. I start Wednesday.
Mom: What are you talking about?
Cindy: September 1st is when I start, Mom.
Mom: No. Stop being silly. I'm waking you up at six tomorrow.
Cindy: Why? The train doesn't leave until eleven.
Mom: What train? Stop being ridiculous. You're scaring me. Now did you get all your supplies?
Cindy: No. I have almost everything, but I still need my owl. Will you pick it up for me?
Mom: Cindy, I'm serious. Quit.
Cindy: Mom. I'm scared.
Mom: Oh, honey! Why?
Cindy: ...What if they put me in Slytherin?
Mom: GO TO YOUR ROOM.



Adolf Hitler wanted to attend the Viennese Academy of Fine Arts and be a renowned artist. OO: World history would've been so different if he'd been accepted.



It took me a while to comprehend this :D



The function of music is to release us from the tyranny of conscious thought.



BD It's the other way 'round really.

Ahahahaha from someone:

Harry Potter in the perspective of:

Neville Longbottom

1. Neville and Being Badass.
2. Neville and Being Badass.
   
3. Neville and Being Badass.
4. Neville and Being Badass.
5. Neville and Being Badass.
6. Neville and Being Badass
7. Neville and Being EXTREMELY Badass.

Filch

1. Filch and the Year Hogwarts Started to go to Hell.
2. Filch and MY CAT IS PETRIFIED!
3. Filch and Nothing Significant.
4. Filch and I Hate Cleaning Up After Other Schools.
5. Filch and I Love Umbridge.
6. Filch and Umbridge Isn’t Here Anymore.
7. Filch and Half the Castle’s Destroyed, I Might As Well Quit.

Severus Snape

1. Severus Snape and the year I had to keep that little kid from getting killed by Quirrel .
2. Severus Snape and the year I had to keep that little kid from getting killed by a book.
3. Severus Snape and the year I had to keep that little kid from getting killed by a -ing dog.
4. Severus Snape and the year I had to keep that little kid from getting killed by the rat.
5. Severus Snape and the year I had to keep that little kid from getting killed by Umbridge.
6. Severus Snape and the year I had to keep that little kid from getting killed by death eaters.
7. Severus Snape and the year I died trying to keep that little kid safe.

Day 118
Build a heaven with your head held high.

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There's the kind where you're exhausted and weighed down trying to hold on, and there's the kind that makes you happy and carefree without you even trying. Go for the latter.



A is for Atlanta, where I know 11 out of 420,003 residents.



S is for sick, which you do not want to get.



Day 117
We're all just fragile kids. (We are all just, so preciously, human) Even if they seem to be adults (crinkly old hags), they're all the same, with the same Heart pumping, with the same Desire for the same few things. Spare them.

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I could feel dark, childish feelings creeping up from my feet.



Day 116
Maybe this is one of the times you figure life is all and only about the things you can't have, but you'll change your mind BD

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T is for toe, which hurts like crap when you stub it.



R is for rifle, which weighs 4.5-5kg.




Day 115
You want to move forward, but you're scared of what could happen. In fact, it terrifies you. Go all out for it. What terrifies you is going to make you stronger. You ought to be terrified.

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C is for carpet, which will give you major burns if you're not careful.



Day 114
Like flowers waiting for spring, our feelings are patiently waiting to bloom.

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It's complicated, but I wouldn't change it for the world.



A sudden flash of light pierces his eyes, and the hoarfrost frozen to his long eyelashes looks strikingly like tears.



No matter how hard we pray, he doesn't mend our wounds. No matter how hard we plead, he doesn't strike down our enemies. There hasn't been an instance he's cured our sick. Powerless, we can only wait to be tossed onto the dirt of a foreign land.



Day 113
Hopelessly I'm taking a mental picture of you now, cuz' hopelessly the hope is we have so much to feel good about.

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We are God of Stories, but please tell me-e-e-e--e what there is to complain about.



Day 112
Justice has a blindfold. Sometimes he needs a little help pinning the tail on the donkey's ass.

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Day 111
You take a step forward and I take two steps back. I think you know that game.

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Like moths to a candescent light, we are, time and again, drawn to the things we are not meant to. We don't change, somehow. Like how we manage to trip over things. How we manage to so effectively hurt one another without ever apologizing. How we lose hold of ourselves, of who we are, of what we want.

There are always the people who trudge on despite all the hows. And there are those who don't. Then there are the ones like you and me, hung up, no, strung up on a kind of rack, worn out, dried off and dying, wondering why this is happening, and when change will come. Change comes and goes as and when it likes. We resent change when it comes at the most inopportune moments, yet we resent it just as much, if not more, when it stays far, far away (far out of reach), unwilling to take our misery away.

We live to feel. Agony or bliss, it's all part of why we live. So be it, so be it.



Day 110
The wind is howling. For the ones who've lost something. And the ones who haven't.

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They’d all been happy, and nobody had hurt anybody, yet.



If the last smile had been a curtain drawn back, this one was sunrise.



No gods or devils. No angels or demons. No group of people controlling the world. Not the greatest person to ever live. Not the worst. Just people. Just a person. Just like you and me.



And while it may feel like you're in a stadium, in front of a crowd screaming that you must die, there are voices in that crowd, if you listen closely, screaming for you to live.