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feb 23 2012 + THE GOOD SHIT (to kern text to at 3AM)
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nov 21 2011 + nobody ever sets out with the intention of average. no one plans to amount to insignificance, nobody dreams of being stuck in shitty commutes to work and having a shitty job - or arguably worse, an average job - to look forward to. the reality is, most everyone finds themselves there at some point. meaningless work life and unsatisfying personal lives aside, one of the most heartbreaking facets of these sad lives is knowing, remembering - that as a young child, you never dreamed you'd be working as a faceless business slave, a public transit worker, a sales associate at your local hardware store/supermarket/etc. but even in the rarest scenarios - where you work hard, you find love, you have a beautiful life, and all goes well.. even worse than all of the cases of people condemned to insignificance and people who are going to be condemned to shitty, empty... aug 21 2011 ∞
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jun 22 2011 + thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou c: just as a 'btdubs starter', i think i am quickly picking up a dangerous habit. listography was originally supposed to serve as an organizational life device for me to get my shit together and be organized and manage things well (which i might well start doing, actually) - but all of said accomplishing things has been momentarily pushed aside in favor of you. which is both perfectly fine by me and REALLY BAD at the same time, seeing as it is now 12:51 AM, and i am WAY behind on almost everything. i'm just incredibly glad i saw you yesterday. and it has merited yet another nonlist list note on this page; and i am kind of shaking my head (mentally) at myself and also trying to be efficient and basically finish so i can get ready for bed like a good cyber student and wake up and be... may 16 2011 ∞
may 16 2011 + this is a letter. truth be told, i would be writing this on microsoft word; except for some reason unknown to me, i have psychologically duped myself into thinking that writing it over the internet will make me sound slightly less retarded. though really, i'm not sure it'll make any difference, because a) the internet is probably much less safe thanks to google technology, b) i've basically thought about writing all of these thoughts down so many times that it's nearly scripted, and c) the only logical time for me to be giving you anything of this sort is really the start of summer.. so i'm a good several months early. at this very moment, i am completely neglecting my art history essay, which i promised to work on all today (and yesterday), but that clearly didn't happen. i did that thing where i attempt to schedule myself, except it failed miserably and i end... apr 30 2011 ∞
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dec 18 2011 + let's just be totally frank and honest, right now. i am probably the last person in the world who should, and would be writing this letter. in fact, i have absolutely no reason (rationally, of course) to be thinking these things, and not going to sleep, and feeling uncertain. but sometimes.. i just wonder. truth be told, you are as close to perfect as i could have imagined. you make me happy in light and dark; we can spend afternoons talking or laughing or sleeping and regardless; my heart always feels lighter afterwards. i want to share as much as i can with you; and i want to give you everything i possibly can. i secretly think it would be fucking awesome if we could share some kind of space in the future (far, far off in the future) somewhere close to lots of yummy places where we can eat when we're not messing around in the kitchen. i kind of want to share fights with you (bu... nov 7 2011 ∞
nov 7 2011 + o hai you, so IF you listened (which i am trusting that you did! c:) to me, this letter should find you on your plane to africa. or, rather, germany, because i remember you mentioning a stopover there, but besides the point. to start - i really, honestly do hope you know how wonderfully lovely the past several months have been, and just how much you've been a part of that. there are truly an innnumerable number of memories i could write into this letter; but for several reasons (that will be touched upon later), i'll refrain. tonight, for example, the VERY night i am writing this, was no exception. at some point, everyone in my life has come to realize that i've always been a rather panicky and fairly melodramatic person who worries about many things, and can often fall into a ramble of psychobabble. jun 27 2011 ∞
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jun 4 2011 + and that being said, every morning, waking up and just living my day has been made so much more special ever since you happened - which, as much as i am getting used to (and absolutely loving), still honestly does blow my mind when i really sit and think about it. before friday afternoons snuggling on my couch reading the book of questions, and holding hands in the art studio, and before our 40,000+ word inbox message.. before vimeo shorts were exchanged, and charrettes and E.T.-esque finger touches, and granola bar balcony conversations. before texting in world history/bio period and late nights sitting at our respective keyboards, before getting intentionally lost together and exploring ravines at trinity bellwoods. before HARRY POTTER and the first night we did something. sometime after info night-open house. thinking about that now, it's amazing how... apr 30 2011 ∞
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dec 27 2011 + it has occurred to me recently that my life feels empty. not that i'm not always doing something. not that i am. i busy myself with working and projects and yet i find myself trapped in this 1m x 1m deskspace and i'm not even confined to stay; i just DO IT. i don't think i feel the need to go out and go partying and do crazy shit with bunches of people. i'm not that. but i don't feel like i'm achieving anything and there is so much out there that i want to be ACHIEVING. why? i have no clue. if i did.. i wouldn't be spending every day looking at clothes and graphic design and illustration and dribbble and logopond and doing homework eating yogurt and cereal in sweats and not being skinny and basically mildewing psychologically. shit, what the fuck am i going to do to feel awesome? i feel like i have no purpose in doing anything anymore. fuuuuuuuccccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk... nov 18 2011 ∞
nov 18 2011 + shiiiittttt son. yeah, i felt like i needed to start over. i don't know, i'll paraphrase from both of these boxes, it's cool. but basically, i'd hit a standstill on the purple letter, and then turned on a totoro song remix, and suddenly i basically decided i needed to do this. i am incredibly excited for you going on this trip. i'm so glad you'll have the chance to see family, and travel, and experience an entirely new aspect of the world. you'll be playing a game you love, and documenting a breathtaking place - and meeting all of these people who are honestly going to find a lot of happiness and blessing from your being there. now, if this isn't the case anymore, i apologize for the additional paragraph - but i want you know not to worry about this, at all. i remember you talking to me about the cultural gaps; the differences in... jun 28 2011 ∞
jun 28 2011 + a list of any, all, and everything we could do - though i know i'm going to love august anyways. c:
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jul 11 2011 + ok, confession time now. this part has kind of been 'in progress' for a while; over the time i think about or spend time with you, some of these thoughts just come to me and i think you should have the opportunity to know (at some point. i'm sure i'll wake up on a non-sleep-deprived morning and reread this and feel like a huge tool) what you actually are, to me. you're absolutely right in saying that you make me happy. just knowing i get to see you, or being around you, or thinking about it all is enough to put a massive anesthetic smile on my face, and honestly you have no idea (but you probably do c:) how lovely it is. you are my immediate thought upon hearing enchanted (by taylor swift OR adam young, though i prefer the adam version because it paces well when i mentally montage open house to it); which is great when i need to go to bed at night or wake up on lazy mornings. may 1 2011 ∞
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