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I find it to be ingrained in me to always improve, to replace. Whether
that is a mascara, an internship, a favorite sushi restaurant, a
boyfriend, or whatever, I find myself always searching for something
better. Is it possible to even know when I've reached the top? Does the
'best' even exist?! I've been consuming and replacing...and hopefully
in a forward sense. Yet it's becoming harder for me to feel satisfied,
I just get more hungry. I wonder if I'll ever be full. | | |
| snowflake, stop melting in my hand. | | |
| "Cuteness is distinct from beauty, researchers say, emphasizing rounded
over sculptured, soft over refined, clumsy over quick. Beauty attracts
admiration and demands a pedestal; cuteness attracts affection and
demands a lap. Beauty is rare and brutal, despoiled by a single pimple.
Cuteness is commonplace and generous, content on occasion to
cosegregate with homeliness."
http://www.nytimes.com/2006/01/03/science/03cute.html?incamp=article_popular_2
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| no matter how real the leather is on my buttons, the holes have outstretched them.
weahh, it just doesn't fit anymore.
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| Every time I pass the Verrazzano Bridge I find myself squinting hard in
search of the exact boundaries between ocean and sky. In this search,
it occurred to me that if there were exact boundaries and exact
definitions to everything, I would never be surprised. Instead, I
cherish the lack of definition and purity. This blurriness allows me to
retain moments without the constant urge of neatly separating each
feeling that comes along. A moment will never be composed of one exact
feeling; it will be up to us to soak up all the others.
- first essay, first semester, first year in college
so it begins, my second year. ahhh hopefully i'll find some clarity this year.
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