Jan. 8, 2012 at 10:40pm with 150 notes
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Jul. 16, 2011 at 10:21am with 1,067 notes
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When I was a girl, my life was music that was always getting louder.
Everything moved me. A dog following a stranger. That made me feel so much. A calendar that showed the wrong month. I could have cried over it. I did. Where the smoke from a chimney ended. How an overturned bottle rested at the edge of a table.
I spent my life learning to feel less.
Every day I felt less.
Is that growing old? Or is it something worse?
You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness.
Everything moved me. A dog following a stranger. That made me feel so much. A calendar that showed the wrong month. I could have cried over it. I did. Where the smoke from a chimney ended. How an overturned bottle rested at the edge of a table.
I spent my life learning to feel less.
Every day I felt less.
Is that growing old? Or is it something worse?
You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness.
Jul. 5, 2011 at 3:44pm with 712 notes
Reblogged from misswallflower
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You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness.
Jun. 25, 2011 at 1:10pm with 373 notes
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Apr. 18, 2011 at 2:22pm with 547 notes
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