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s e i z e m e . . .    and try to hold on

skimming the basics:

a thousand words

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jump right in, since intros are boring anywho

i don't think i love the public enough to ever dedicate anything as laborsome and intimate as an online journal--but i have decided, perhaps out of sickness or boredom, that i owe it to myself to keep track of my awesome adventures and otherwise utterly mundane moments in life. plus i realized today that i have a horrible memory, although i am certain that i've had this epiphany various times (and simply forgot about it).

so today, in the new month of may, in this tiny country of new zealand, i start blogging my little life away ;p

any thoughts?
your thoughts | no thoughts

always, on repeat

"get down on your knees whisper what i need something pretty i feel that when i'm old i'll look at you and know the world is beautiful then you tell me you say that love goes anywhere in your darkest time it's just enough to know it's there when you go i'll let you be but you're killing everything in me"