You gave me hyacinths first a year ago. They called me the hyacinth girl.

OH MAN.

okay, so there's this kid you may have seen popping up in recent entries, "ROCKSTAR BOY". that is not misleading in the least - i have guitar class with the future of rock 'n' roll. and it is a bright, bright future. this morning i came into class and had a pleasant conversation with him AND THEN HE STARTED TO PLAY AND OOOOOOH JESUS! not a word could find its way to my dumbly innocent mouth. even more so when italian boy entered and rockstar boy eagerly proclaimed "hey listen to this melody i wrote!". WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!?!?! freakin little genius boy. it hurts, it hurts so good. you have my infinite respect, little mr. rockstar boy, as l'�tudiant de premi�re ann�e impressionnant. that kid rocks immesurably.

now...
(lasciate ogni speranza voi ch'entrate)

IT
MAKES
ME
SO
SICK

to think that this happens, that i can count on my two hands the people i love & respect as friends and then count again...1, 2, 3, 4...that you are more of a person than most of the other people i've ever met, you shouldn't feel you have to reclaim anything. the brightest, most fantastic people i know, who are going to be able to do wonderful things. that people have made them feel like they couldn't do so much as exist.

if what i am feeling is within continents of that...you are a testament to a will more powerful than you'd think it to be.

"we meet on the common ground of an uncommon age and share out our gifts of dark and light, good and bad, simple joy and not so simple sorrow."
ray bradbury

if anybody should ask i'm going to a seminar
pieces of the moon
JOBJOBJOB
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sensitive heart, you're doomed from the start
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