December 2011
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November 2011
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just spent all my money on mars 300 but i regret...
i will finally be able to participate in the end of the tour that changed my life. i will be there the final night at the church of mars, my tattoo proudly out and my eyes wide.
this time when i meet the boys, i think i will show them the concert stub i have kept in my wallet since 2005 when i first met them and tell them how grateful i am for the memories, the laughs, the hugs, everything.
and...
October 2011
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September 2011
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August 2011
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“If I could ask a fan a question, I would ask them… ooh that’s a good one. I have...”
– Tomo Milicevic, 30 Seconds To Mars (via 30stmquotecollection)
When Tomo says it’s a good question, it’s the best question of them all. Who even asked this? I love them already, okay?
(via vimmuse)
i’m like 99% positive tomo has talked to me about that before. has anyone else had...
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it occurred to me the other day that i’m about to turn 25. well, in two months.
i sort of thought i’d have things in my life worked out or at least on a steady path to doing so by now.
truthfully, i’ve never been so lost. i guess you don’t get to redo your childhood or those few precious years you get to figure out your future, but when it’s already here, no one...
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July 2011
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30 seconds to mars - where the streets have no...
i got approved for a lease on an apartment. i’m moving.
i don’t know what happens next, but i’m looking forward to finding out.
June 2011
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May 2011
10 posts
i wasnt paying attention, and i accidentally rolled over onto my phone. it’s a touch phone. so, inevitably, touching the screen made it pull shit open. i guess it chose my email, and then it clicked on my old folders, and then it opened yet another folder, and then i found all the emails i had saved from around 2005-2006 that i haven’t looked at in years. i don’t save emails...
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it occurred to me today that i don’t actually care about anything anymore.
nights ago, out on the pond i sat in the mud at 3am in the morning while he smoked cigarettes and talked about the beauty of life till we both went silent so as not to disturb the animals around us. when it started to pour rain, i didn’t flinch or move away. instead, i took off my hat and sat while the water...
“What did my fingers do before they held him? What did my heart do, with its...”
– Sylvia Plath (via fleurishes)
“As time goes on, you’ll understand. What lasts, lasts; what doesn’t, doesn’t....”
– Haruki Murakami (via suzywire)
April 2011
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