June 2012
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just be good at what you do, no matter what it is.
passion can make anything look good.
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and i'm back to my eye... again.
friday, june 22nd. met with my lawyer to go through what would happen during my examination for discovery appointment that would happen the following Monday. walked into it assuming it would be a breeze because i lived it, and it’s been two years since my fourth and last eye surgery, four years since i first heard the term retinal detachment. talked through a couple of things with ease,...
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i never want to be caught up again, emotionally burdened and painfully attached. i refuse to remember the feeling of every ounce of logic telling me to walk left, when all i wanted to do was to walk right. the way it felt to carry a sort of weakness within, to want to just break down and cry. i want to leave behind once and for all, the days i walked around in a bustling, noisy school, simply...
jillashley:
adriankarl:
Sara Bareilles |...
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人说话要算话。
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update.
4 more days left before i head back to Vancouver.
i’ve been taking it easy since i came back from Beijing and finished up my internship. caught up on much needed sleep so maybe will find some time to tie it all up by writing soon?
most consistently updating instagram during the time i’ve been here.
regularly updated blogs: fashion: 21. other: trouvaille.
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klimt-eastwood:
“Let’s face it - English is a crazy language. There is no egg in eggplant nor ham in hamburger; neither apple nor pine in pineapple. English muffins weren’t invented in England or French fries in France. Sweetmeats are candies while sweetbreads, which aren’t sweet, are meat. We take English for granted. But if we explore its paradoxes, we find that quicksand can work slowly,...
1112pm:
And then I found out about you. You, you undeniably gorgeous, you. I haven’t seen you, or met you. I don’t know if I ever will. But I know you and I know about you and everything else began to fade. All the unnecessaries, the seemingly juvenile. You began to matter and he ceased to exist. And that didn’t matter, all that mattered and matters now, is you.
