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“the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.”

- Jack Kerouac, On the Road (via wordsaretimeless)

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"Caught in the riptide I was searching for the truth There was a reason I collided into you Calling your name in the midnight hour Reaching for you from the endless dream So many miles between us now But you are always here with me..."

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"Enough madness? Enough? And how do you measure madness?"

- The Joker ― Grant Morrison, Batman: Arkham Asylum

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

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The tiles are old. Kind of cracked. It's surprising how I can even notice that...it's all so blurry when you see through eyes that cry.

The pain is too much to bear, much like a white-hot knife slicing through your arm. Or a needle up your butt. The thing to remember about this pain, this pain of recollecting something, doesn't matter if its great or sad, this pain seems very real, almost familiar and yet so disorienting...your world spins marvellously as you try, you try to come to terms with the blinding pain.

I'm in the washroom again.

I'm remembering things from the past. My past, the past of others, others who are you, others who matter.. things I have seen and felt with my whole being, things I can just imagine because I wasn't there, but I wanted to, to be able to say that I felt it there, and to justify the pain I'm feeling now. Inside. And I still feel it, right to my skin, to my bones...

And I'm crying again.

“If only there could be an invention that bottled up a memory, like scent. And it never faded, and it never got stale. And then, when one wanted it, the bottle could be uncorked, and it would be like living the moment all over again.”

― Daphne du Maurier, Rebecca

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Bubble Fable

"Just a Spoon full of Sugar,

 Makes the Medicine go down.

  The Weather Man came on the Radio,

Said there'd be Sunshine.

Then all the Colours of the Rainbow,

Fell in my mind."

    Pixie Chee had to pee in a pool of Pie.

Chupa Chups Love licked her Gums and chased Chee down the street.

Bubble Rubble rolled on her fat pink belly to the Candy tumbler.

Little Poo Lorii squealed in delight in Momma Chubby Tooth's rubber arms, her rub-a-dub-dub eyes twinkling at her Strawberry hair clips.

  The Sun was up and strong. It was time for Papa Gummy Joo to return Home from the war with Tootsie Rolls and Gumdrops from Uncle Tuck's Toffee Truck. 

  Mommy Chubby Tooth shone in her burgundy dress; danced to a Jelly-Jam-Sham song playing at the neighbour's.

A Jelly Tot loaded Uncle Tuck's Truck halted to a stop on the brick road. Skittles rubbed against the pavement and mixed with the fading stones. How they shone on the Raspberry painted Balloon sky. And, lay still. Still.

  Bubble Rubble had her fill of Jelly Jubes and stared at the sour eyes of Candy Queen.

Gummy Gum Gummie's crystal skin reflected on the crimson eyes of Chubby Tooth.

"Sugar Daddy! Sugar Daddy!"

  Uncle Tuck held out a Jelly Bean look alike black metal badge. Salute.

The Sun went down and with it, the Candies melt to Jellies and then, Water.

     The door creaked in the lamplight and revealed the canines turning away from the light.

"Where are the children?"

"They are where Sugar Daddy is. Sugar..Daddy.."

  Canines nodded. Tuck teeth smiled from the Photograph on the wall.

While beetles stole Crimson Gums from the fold of raw hands.

     "I lost my mind long ago,

Down that Yellow Brick Road."

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"Even now, all possible feelings do not yet exist, there are still those that lie beyond our capacity and our imagination. From time to time, when a piece of music no one has ever written or a painting no one has ever painted, or something else impossible to predict, fathom or yet describe takes place, a new feeling enters the world. And then, for the millionth time in the history of feeling, the heart surges and absorbs the impact."

The History of Love, Nicole Krauss

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In The Muddle. GreyRains :)

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WHAT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER WHEN YOU ARE IN A BAD MOOD?

TV Shows like Grey's Anatomy. :)

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How beautiful.