| due to a request from a certain boy, i've decided to give an update. don't expect this one-time update to turn into an habitual thing.
an oldie, but as relevant as the day i wrote it:
i believe everything happens for a reason. things unsystematically burst to luster some light into that deep "you" pool. i mean... bypassing the damages, you learn something new and/or great about yourself. there are people who come into your life just to remind you that you'll be okay or that you're better off without them. there are those sporadic people who pull on the heartstrings, and it hurts to know that something's out of whack when they're gone...
i know, i cheated. nonetheless, still an update.
i miss you, sporadic string-pullers. |
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ain't no one like the one i got.
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| HILARIOUS!
EDIT:
so here's the 411 around the ly residence... my 12 year old brother is
inching towards that pimp status; girls have been calling for his
obnoxiously charming ass
all weekend. go figure.
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| ".... painting is a state of being... painting is self-discovery. every good artist paints what he is" - jackson pollock
WORD, pollock.
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