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[mood |chipperchipper]

i can't even...
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transition [Jun. 30th, 2012|11:37 pm]
[mood |crappycrappy]

Sling me under the sea.
Pack me down in the salt and wet.
No farmer's plow shall touch my bones.
No Hamlet hold my jaws and speak
How jokes are gone and empty is my mouth.
Long, green-eyed scavengers shall pick my eyes,
Purple fish play hide-and-seek,
And I shall be song of thunder, crash of sea,
Down on the floors of salt and wet.
Sling me... under the sea.

Bones by Carl Sandburg

hate this period of transition :( missing old faces, old spaces, old laughters and old fun. but its like being in love with the past who doesnt love you back.
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(no subject) [Jan. 21st, 2012|11:24 pm]
[mood |goodgood]

"you dont need subtitles to understand this"...
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(no subject) [Jan. 21st, 2012|02:48 am]
[mood |blahblah]
[music |bon iver]

as much as i love being back at campus, i terribly miss being shunted here and there, north to south spine with crazy over jolly careless girls, immersing ourselves in literature and all that aching confusion about life, about falling in love with beautiful people, the simplicity of having pen and notebooks in lecture theatres and feeding ourselves with an in depth life altering poetic experience. i mean its great to be 24 soon with a job that pays you to learn and be in the service of others but... guess i miss that clumsy clutch at freedom :(
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