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The things that matter most came forward. Faces amidst the floating city lights, vapors of ones I love, figments of my imagination. I turned my head sideways and his eyes bore into mine. As if everything hadn’t disappeared enough, the city lights moved to make our backdrop. Worries that plague my mind took a backseat as I inhaled in and out the air that seems separate from the dirty touched breathed air below. Even in the biting night cold I wondered why couldn’t I have known this place all my life? Thinking again about what could’ve been…
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craving coffee cause im so used to having it everyday :/
Goals for Spring 2012
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The Great Gatsby, by F. Scott Fitzgerald (via the-final-sentence)
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