I want to think.

And not a single damn was given that day (other than mine)

Picture courtesy of /b/'s baww threads

So I can't quit you

Dreams are weird things.
They say we dream about things we're familiar with.

Why that dream? Why you? Why me?

All I wanted to do when I woke up was go back to sleep.

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Picture courtesy of /b/'s baww threads.

I don't understand

Why am I still sneaking peeks in your general direction when I'm supposed to quit you?

Why do I see that you're sneaking peeks in my general direction?

(Eh, you're probably looking at my friend. I understand.)

Stop it I'm getting more and more attached

Why is it becoming more frequent GAAAAAAAAH

Also song for the day

memories, bro.

You want me to what?

"For you, a thousand times over." The Kite Runner, Khaled Hosseini

So pun-ny.

Fire facts

EDIT: I removed incriminating details because to the right person it will disclose my identity.

Well?

"Somebody tell me.
Why it feels more real when I dream than when I am awake.
How can I know if my senses are lying?"




















"There is some fiction in your truth,
and some truth in your fiction."






















"To know the truth...











...you must risk everything."
























"Who are you?
Am I alone?"






















Source: Animatrix, Kid's Story

Some literature

"There's the symbol of it all. The fly soars through the air, young and happy; it's seeking springtime, open air and freedom. But it flies into the fateful web and the spider comes out, the hideous spider! Poor little dancer! Poor predestined fly! Don't interfere, Master Jacques. It's fate!... Alas, Claude, you're that fly - and the spider too! You were flying toward knowledge, light and sunshine; you thought only of reaching the open air, the dazzling light of eternal truth. But, blind fly, senseless doctor, in your flight toward that shining window which opens onto that other world, that world of clarity, intelligence and knowledge, you didn't see the subtle spider's web spread by fate between you and the light! You rushed into it, wretched madman, and now you're struggling against it with your head crushed and your wings broken! Don't interfere, Master Jacques, don't interfere!"
- Dom Claude Frollo, The Hunchback of Notre Dame by Victor Hugo

D:

Our lives are masterfully written stories.

Not much happens on the outside; the conflict is almost always inside ourselves.

A smile means something to me. Especially if it's from her.

You could say that I, with 4 group-mates of mine, presented to the class.

Before class started and while I was standing on the elevated platform a friend shouted something.
I smiled back at her and to the class. As I smiled at the class I saw Math smile at me.

Gosh.

Note: I use a pseudonym to hide my identity. I refer to a certain person I like as Math because I have a passion for math and it seems it seems to be the same for her.

EDIT: I removed incriminating details because to the right person it will disclose my identity

You know what I mean.

The Sun was nothing.

She was always there and there was always someone concerned about her.
She inspired many and brightened up people's days.
She was so bright, one would not see the others in the sky.
She was kind to everyone and she was greatly appreciated by her fellow stars.
Never did she dim except for the rare bad day.
She brought energy and life to the world.
The Sun is everything.

The Moon was nothing.

The Moon was not alone; he was with the stars.
(People admired the stars more since they formed groups of their own and amazed the people. They caught their attention by falling or shining much much brighter than expected.)
No one gave much attention to him unless there was something peculiar at night.
He would undergo certain ways of hiding himself; sometimes hiding just a quarter of himself, sometimes half and sometimes his whole self.
He reflected the Sun's brilliance, yet he will never be the same as the sun.
He brought peace and solemnity to the world.

The Moon appeared when the Sun wasn't there because he was afraid he'd screw things up. He knew that Sun wouldn't like him back. What would you expect from supposed polar opposites?

Oh how the Moon wished to be with the Sun!

There were occasions when the Sun was still high and it was fated that Moon would show himself. Sun would be temporarily preoccupied with Moon but there was nothing more than simple interactions.
Moon longed for these days even if things were completely platonic.

He was so sure he could follow Her until the end of time, going around the Earth in search of the Sun.

And yet, the Moon is nothing.

Lack of color

The subtle things that are there everyday are the things you'll notice when they're missing.

Green Lantern or Blue Lantern is fine by me

At the start of the day the only things that comfort me about the obstacles of the day is the thought that I'll make it through and that I'm sure I'll share some of these obstacles with my friends.

Most of the obstacles though I will face by myself and the only thing that keeps me going is the thought that I'll make it through.

I do not break; I am driven insane before the end of the day.

Apologies.

I deleted the previous posts.

We are never truly satisfied with what they do, and when I set my eyes on the previous posts, the first thing that came to my mind was the thought to delete the posts.

Perfectionalism's a funny thing; you don't exactly finish something unless you find it perfect but you can't exactly get it perfect due to various reasons.

Expect this to be deleted within the month.