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a fundamental need to learn as much as you possibly can constantly stomped down by lack of motivation and executive disfunction

I think deep down im an indie film douchbag

I love the cadence of speech, manipulating it, reading it, playing with the sharp syllables and the smooth alliteration that flows, describing the hurts and joys and hopes that come with the human condition. I love literature, descriptions that put the most vivid scenes in your mind, submerging you in the grief, jealousy, regret of people of the past, parts of fiction as well as parts of the history we use to make better decisions with our future. knowing that there are billions of stories out in the world being told, is inspiring and overwhelming and so incredibly heartwarming. So many people are experiencing things important enough to write down and share with their children and the children after them, to share important things with the world, but also to share the stories of our imaginations. To escape this burning, crumbling world that hurts so much to watch fall. And be inspired. Be filled with hope and peace and love. To keep us engaged in the people rather than the sins of them.

She feels like she is on the verge of insanity, like one more hit will push her into raw unadulterated rage. One more person slows down in front of her and she will fall into that manic untameable fury that she is so afraid might be buried deep beneath the surface. She is afraid to go too deep, afraid of what will be uncovered there, afraid that it might resemble pandora’s intentions just a little too much. She is afraid she will buckle, afraid that she will damage the perfect box she has built around herself.