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Today, I was planning on breaking up with my girlfriend of five years in two days time. She just mailed me a care package that said, "I'd die without you." FML

White oleander was like Gerard. I live in the thousands of words. Let myself stained by some of the passages, inhabit my flesh. I read them slowly. As if you're sucking on a limited candy, devouring the magic taste so that the tricks remain in your veins longer. The book is a rare ticket that made me fly with the butterfly that flown through a hurricane.

Yesterday, i told Gerard a story of a girl lying on the sidewalk. Just lying down for awhile. She was so tired. She had been walking so long, she just wanted to rest and she weren't as hungry as her ribcage looked. She was so sleepy. It was surrender she wanted. The story did not buy him away from hope. He steered it into anticipated imagination. Like if your life is cut into two sections of tone comparison, you will see the greener grass on the other side. I knew this quote. I dugged them from my body and rearranged it. Did i tell you? I might also be able to recite the suvivalist bible.

"Aquamarines grew with emeralds. But emeralds were fragile & always broke into smaller pieces while aquamarines were stronger, grew huge crystals without any trouble, so they weren't worth as much. And it was that emerald that didn't break that was the really valuable thing." -white oleander

"You're absolutely out of your tree"
And I said
"Yes and I'm awfully sad about it, it was really a very nice tree".