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“We tear and trip over tired memories rather than treasuring our time in hand.”

— A. Abraham

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“I have always been in love with the night. The quietness flooding the streets, the moon lighting up the sky. The city sleeps, you’re awake. The walls come down, the conversations are real. It’s as if when the sun comes up, our masks come on.”

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“Go out and do something. It isn’t your room that’s a prison, it’s yourself.”

— Sylvia Plath

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“I’ve wanted to kill myself a hundred times, but somehow I am still in love with life”

— Voltaire

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“I crave a love so deep the ocean would be jealous.”

— Tahere Mafi

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“I hate small talk. I want to talk about atoms, death, aliens, sex, magic, intellect, the meaning of life, faraway galaxies, music that makes you feel different, memories, the lies you’ve told, your flaws, your favourite scents, your childhood, what keeps you up at night, your insecurities and fears. I like people with depth, who speak with emotion from a twisted mind.”

— Breagha Young

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“Don’t think. Thinking is the enemy of creativity. It’s self-conscious and anything self-conscious is lousy. You can’t try to do things. You simply must do things.”

— Ray Bradbury

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“she makes everything feel like midnight. The streets are empty and her car is the only one on the road.”

— Rudy Francisco, from Helium

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“We are, as a species, addicted to story. Even when the body goes to sleep, the mind stays up all night, telling itself stories.”

— Jonathan Gottschall

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Another blog post! (I was so overly ambitious with the once a week thing, but I do have ideas for posts!)

The summer will probably bring a higher frequency because I won’t be in 6 classes, have a job, run a club, and trying to express myself creatively on the regular.

This post is a poem I wrote, and I hope you enjoy!! <3

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“I cannot rid myself of the feeling that I’m not in the right place.”

— Franz Kafka

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“The poet’s mind is in fact a receptacle for seizing and storing up numberless feelings, phrases, images, which remain there until all the particles which can unite to form a new compound are present together.”

— T.S. Eliot

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“She had a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach, like when you’re swimming and you want to put your feet down on something solid, but the water’s deeper than you think and there’s nothing there.”

— Julia Gregson

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“I know that things are brewing inside of you again. You don’t just disappear from the scene. I know you’ll be back. I can tell you’re already getting ready. You’re going to blow everybody away again, like you did before. You have it in you. I can’t wait.”

— Bruce Adler

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listen binch. no one has an original style. no one pulls a unique style of art out of their ass. we get to where we are through observing others and being influenced by them and that’s how art works

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“When it hurts so much you can’t breathe, that’s when you stay alive.”

— Iizzy Stevens

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I decided to keep myself writing creatively in my spare time, I would try to start up a [traditional] blog, and post once a week. This is my first post.

So, if you’d like to see some of my writing, it’ll be up there. Enjoy!

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