September 2011
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PLEASE READ ME
At roughly 6:20pm on Friday (16th September) my bag was taken at Murdoch Station. It was a floral canvas bag and in this bag was my Macbook Pro, my Nikon D90 SLR camera, my red Polaroid camera, various items clothing and my medication. They were taken by 3 teenaged boys who then boarded the 517.
My Macbook had my entire life on it, including my entire photography portfolio, university work,...
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I remember waking up on the morning of the...
I was eight and in year four and it wasn’t a very sunny day at all. My mother told me how she and my dad saw the second tower get hit and collapse live the night before. She said she was terrified, but I didn’t even remember what the twin towers looked like — the only twin towers I knew were my own. I went to school and discussed childish conspiracy theories with my friends and...
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emerald-enigmas:
What do we want Laughter! What do we want Love! What do we want Dreams! - Nine
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August 2011
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“What I like about you,” he says, “is that you seem quite smart, kind of clever, unlike your friends. No offense to your friends.”
He counts to three and together we swallow it. I can feel it burn my throat, all the way down to my stomach. I wince and he sees this. “It’s good, isn’t it?” and hands me a cup of something clear. “This will make...
“My head hurts, my mouth hurts, my eyes hurt, my hands hurt. Things without names...”
– A Million Little Pieces by James Frey (via thechocolatebrigade)
“You are not special. You’re not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You’re the...”
– Chuck Palahniuk
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“We never even kissed or looked into each other’s eyes. Our lips just trespassed...”
– Mark Z. Danielewski (via thechocolatebrigade)
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