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I am not good with my eyes.
This post calls for them bullets:
- I read books with or without proper lighting. I’ve tried reading a couple chapters of Looking For Alaska using only my cellphone as a lighting source.
- I read when I’m on the front seat of a running vehicle.
- I do not pause to gaze at a distant view (as they often advice).
- I spend most of my time reading, and when it does not interest me at the moment, I use the computer - which is even more detrimental to my eyes.
The above statement explains the glasses. I’ve been wearing them since I started college, but I had them when I was still in highschool.
My eyesight is getting pretty bad.
I might change lenses next month.
I’m afraid I won’t be able to live (and by live I mean ‘see’) without my glasses. Like Velma Dinkly in ScoobyDoo.
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I think I’m scared. I think too much.
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Of all the things I dislike about life, it’s the feeling of uncertainty of what is to happen next. But then again, when I come to think of it, it’s what’s keeps me going on in the first place.
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❝
We talked and talked and talked. Maybe love comes in at the eyes, but not nearly as much as it comes in at the ears, at least in my experience. As we talked, lights flicked on inside my head; by the end of the night, I was a planetarium.
— Marisa de los Santos (via writeinspace)
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Maybe I wasn’t asking you to love me, maybe I was asking you to understand, because for so long I’ve been hurt and for so long you’ve ignored it, and maybe it is bad timing, but maybe, I don’t care. I’ve been here all along just waiting, waiting for you to notice, waiting for you to care. Waiting for you to say that you’ve been waiting too, and you haven’t and maybe you never will or maybe you’re afraid to. But it all hurts the same, and in the end, I’m the one that’s left broken and when I lay down to sleep, I’m still the one crying, so screw the bad timing. I’ve loved you then, like I love you now, like I probably always will.
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(via wordsandlyrics)
the accuracy of the text above in relation to my life right now is just uncanny.
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Books
Last week I finished reading John Green’s Looking for Alaska. It was a great read. I finished it at about 2AM. I simply could not put the book down since I started reading it.
One quote that really made me feel all warm inside was:
“I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around her and sleep. Not fuck, like in those movies. Not even have sex. Just sleep together in the most innocent sense of the phrase. But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was hurricane.”
Meanwhile, I’m now currently reading Rachel Cohn & David Levithan’s Dash and Lily’s Book of Dares. So far so good.
It’s been a while. How are you all doing?
