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“Admit it. You aren’t like them. You’re not even close. You may occasionally dress yourself up as one of them, watch the same mindless television shows as they do, maybe even eat the same fast food sometimes. But it seems that the more you try to fit in, the more you feel like an outsider, watching the “normal people” as they go about their automatic existences. For every time you say club passwords like “Have a nice day.” and “Weather’s awful today, eh?”, you yearn inside to say forbidden things like “Tell me something that makes you cry.” or “What do you think deja vu is for?”. Face it, you even want to talk to that girl in the elevator. But what if that girl in the elevator (and the balding man who walks past your cubicle at work) are thinking the same thing? Who knows what you might learn from taking a chance on conversation with a stranger? Everyone carries a piece of the puzzle. Nobody comes into your life by mere coincidence. Trust your instincts. Do the unexpected. Find the others…” 

– Timothy Leary

fun fact… I have bruises on my arm from a woman at work.  (I feel like a little kid at show and tell right now, except I can’t show you them because I am too lazy to take a picture)

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I feel my pulse workin’ over time.

Normality is a paved road: It’s comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.
-Vincent Van Gogh

woooh preach it, Vince!

my drama is over so that’s happy.  I danced like a fiend this weekend.  first time I’ve been at to a party where there were more Americans than internationals this year…  (seriously the house had a “we love america” sticker on the door)  met someone cool at said redneck party..

someone tried to get my number and I just said, “nope, I don’t give it out to random dudes at parties, I’ll see you when I see you, Fargo is a small place.”  Then he looked vaguely panicked and he’s like, “well take MINE then!!!”  and I just refused him and kept dancing hahaha.

Until I Crash Into My Fate

escape escape escape

I’m going to Korea next summer.  That is all

 

goodnight, travel well  ~weebobeebo at deviantart.com

last night there was a blue moon (the 2nd full moon in one month)  and I cannot remember ever having a better one.

One of the deepest and strangest of all human moods is the mood which will suddenly strike us perhaps in a garden at night, or deep in sloping meadows, the feeling that every flower and leaf has just uttered something stupendously direct and important, and that we have by a prodigy of imbecility not heard or understood it. There is a certain poetic value in this sense of having missed the full meaning of things. There is beauty, not only in wisdom, but in this dazed and dramatic ignorance.
-Gilbert K Chesterton