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i was happy in the haze of a drunken hour but heaven knows i'm miserable now

Why is it so smoky outside? The sun this morning was an orange orb and the smell recalled cold december mornings in india, hurrying across the school lawn with uncovered knees cold and hoodies up to our ears. I miss travelling around. Tomorrow i have to find another place to disappear, but before that i have to figure out how to sleep. This morning I woke with one eye significantly puffier than the other

I have started to do yoga again. Just completed my first morning routine in a long while and my legs are literally trembling! What a great workout

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"She closed her eyes. Opened them, closed them. She could end this world or allow it. This was a moment when a believer, a thoughtful believer, would think of God's work, and how good it was.
The waves were perfect to the right and perfect to the left."

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My uncle passed away last week and father has left for hong kong, I wish i could hide myself inside his suitcase.

What I have been up to the past weekend

1. creating my own version of winter inside my bedroom, doing distribution and hypothesis testing practices
2. listening to kitsune noir mixtapes on speakers stolen from my brother
3. eating my weight in almonds and raisins while doing the above
4. watched up in the air and the beat that my heart skipped

I went to swim today! My hair smells of chlorine, how long have I not smelled chlorine? I am looking forward to no longer looking pale and ill with rings around my eyes after tomorrow

The pages on my Dickison text have been stained with coffee, spilled from the tumblr inside my bag.
I never realised the significance of her work until a few weeks ago. Maybe if I tried hard enough I can start passing my literature essays

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The Heart has narrow Banks
It measures like the Sea
In mighty - unremiting Bass
And Blue Monotony

Till Hurricane bisect
And as itself discerns
Its insufficient Area
The Heart convulsive learns

That Calm is but a Wall
Of unattempted Gauze
An instant's Push demolishes
A Questioning - dissolves.