February 2012
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I feel of your heart I taste the sparks on your tongue I see angels and devils And God, when you come on Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
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January 2012
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It’s like having the skin shredded from your body. It bares the soul. All of its intricacies, its hidden depths, the parts you tried so hard to hide from everything and everyone, even from yourself, exposed to all, unable to stay covered. A volcano, magma pouring forth, rolling, tumbling down the mountains rocky side, slipping and sliding to the ground, destroying everything in its path....
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If I fell for you, would you catch me? or just let me hit the pavement?
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“I was busted. Set up by the FBI and the DEA. That didn’t bother me. Set up by Kevin Dulli and Derek Forreal to save their own asses. That didn’t bother me. Sentenced to 60 years at Ottisville. That didn’t bother me. I’d broken a promise. Everything I love in my life goes away.” George Jung, Blow (2001)
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fuck off. And if this be our last conversation, if this be the last time that we speak for awhile.. Don’t lose hope and don’t let go.
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It’s like you’re screaming, but no one can hear. You almost feel ashamed that someone could be that important, that without them you feel like nothing. No one will ever understand how much it hurts. You feel hopeless like nothing can save you. And when it’s over and it’s gone, you almost wish that you could have all that bad stuff back so you could have the good.
“She belonged to me,” he said simply. “She was, you know, all the things I wasn’t. And I was all the things she wasn’t. She could paint circles around anyone; I couldn’t even draw a straight line. She was never into sports; I had always been,” he lifted his outstretched palm and curled his fingers. “Her hand,” he said. “it fit mine.” Jody Picoult, The pact