July 2012
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In a way I am so glad that I met you.
Because of you, I have something to hate.
You can’t react to that word, “hate”, it has such a stigma, such a tendency to polarize.
You are so important.
You give me something to steel myself against. You give shape and form to all my insecurities, all my pain, all my doubt, all my regret.
In a way, you define me. The way an empty,...
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I Once Dated A Writer and
ofheightsandhollows:
Writers are forgetful, but they remember everything. They forget appointments and anniversaries, but remember what you wore, how you smelled, on your first date… They remember every story you’ve ever told them - like ever, but forget what you’ve just said. They don’t remember to water the plants or take out the trash, but they don’t forget how to make you laugh. ...
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stay out of the triangle. →
