Our own pretty ways

I'm an ocean, you're the rain.
~ Wednesday, December 9 ~
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I just have one hope: that I die before Yoko does because we have become so much of an equation together that I don’t think I would have the strength to go on without her. Oh, I don’t mean I would commit suicide; I just mean life would be so empty. I hope I die before Yoko, because if Yoko died I wouldn’t know how to survive. I couldn’t carry on.

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this is ideal.


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~ Tuesday, December 8 ~
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errr…

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errr…


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hatin’ things right now.


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llllegal:

bunnymitford:

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Scarlett Barry

llllegal:

bunnymitford:

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Scarlett Barry


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I’m needin’ a mental health day week day.

I feel stretched thin and exhausted.  I just need a break.

I hear we are supposed to be getting snow soon, and if we don’t, I’ll be upset.


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~ Monday, December 7 ~
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Why is our society more comfortable with viewing acts of violence then it is viewing acts of love?

(I’m positive I’ve read that somewhere, but I experienced this first-hand today, so it seemed appropriate to ask.)


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