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“Not really, she understands me and it’s easy to talk to her.” I replied. “Fine, what’s she saying about it?” She asked. “I guess she finds it interesting. I enjoy giving her updates to it.” “Ohhhh.” She replied In reality I could write an entire book of thoughts between her texts. “I think it’s time to end my story.” I replied. I was done and knew this was all I needed to write.

sadly me.....

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I have a secret.

My thoughts.

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He who rushes ahead doesnt go far. ~ Lao Tzu

(via purplebuddhaproject)

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War is a business written with political policies.

Me.

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Aaron was a little on the random side. If it didn’t make sense, he would be the one to do it. You the know the saying, “If your friend jumped off a bridge would you do it too?” He was the friend.

Excerpt from my book.

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Soon I lost sight of any evidence of human civilization. “Fuck!” I screamed into the darkness. “The fuck you want from me?!” I yelled to a deity I no longer believed in.

Yours Truly

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always punctual

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“Well, I don’t like to lie. It’s just wrong. I’m going to tell him I was getting a massage by someone at school, then stuffed my mouth with something good. Didn’t have time to answer the phone.” She said while putting her clothes back on. I mean, everything she just said was true. It’s all about context ha-ha. “I’m glad I could be of service to you. Don’t forget to get your membership card punched by the receptionist on the way out.” I laughed. College wasn’t all that bad I suppose.

I Fell off my Bike and Lost my Mind.

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Don't stop writing.

:)

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I need more book blogs to follow!

Reblog if you’re a booklr blog and I’ll have a look!

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Play it loud to block out the noises in your head – the ones that no amount of liquor can dull.

Turn It Up // @kylie-not-kylis (via kylie-not-kylis)

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St. Louis Post-Dispatch, Missouri, November 8, 1908

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And then it all came crashing down.

The wind was fighting the bleeding, attempting to dry it into a scab mixed with blood sweat and tiny rocks. The blood appeared to be winning the battle. Pain tolerance is a harshly learned skill. 

-Excerpt from the 2nd to last chapter.