December 2009
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Dec 30th
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Dec 30th
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“Letters to absence can a voice impart, and lend a tongue when distance gags the...”
– Horace Walpole
Dec 29th
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Dec 28th
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ListenWhite Winter Hymnal, Fleet Foxes I want a...
Dec 27th
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i thank You God for most this amazing day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees and a blue true dream of sky;and for everything wich is natural which is infinite which is yes (i who have died am alive again today, and this is the sun’s birthday;this is the birth day of life and love and wings:and of the gay great happening illimitably earth) how should tasting touching hearing seeing...
Dec 26th
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Dec 25th
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Dec 24th
Dec 24th
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Dec 23rd
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Dec 22nd
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Dec 21st
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Dec 20th
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Dec 19th
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“No act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted.”
– Aesop
Dec 18th
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Dec 17th
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“Today, while refereeing a soccer game for boys under 5, one the boys was able...”
– http://mylifeisaverage.com/s/444354
Dec 16th
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ListenLollipop, The Chordettes ♥-♥-♥-♥-♥-♥-♥-♥
Dec 16th
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Dec 14th
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formspring.me
Ask me anything http://formspring.me/emotionation
Dec 14th
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Dec 13th
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“It depends on how you look at things. Personally, I look at them like this-”
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Dec 12th
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Dec 11th
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I'm too excited for words- →
Natalie Portman has decided to turn Pride and Prejudice and Zombies into a movie. ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
Dec 11th
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ListenLa Vie En Rose, by Edith Piaf I’ve always...
Dec 11th
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Dec 9th
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Dec 8th
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ListenOhio (come back to Texas), by Bowling for Soup. ...
Dec 7th
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WANT
Ohmigoodness. I’m demanding this for my birthday.
Dec 6th
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“It’s like watching horses do synchronized swimming. It’s pretty...”
– -My Sister. I don’t know where she goes when her mind wanders, but I’m sure it’s a very interesting place.
Dec 5th
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Dec 3rd
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Dec 3rd
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ListenHeartbreaker, redone in English by Jeff Darcy,...
Dec 1st
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Falling Asleep,
I’m carrying on a conversation with the ceiling, and it’s so heavy. The weight drags down on my eyelids, so I leave them closed. “I used to be a sky, you know,” the ceiling said to me. “I was a dome, like a snow globe except further out and not.” My fingers traced a face formed out of stucco textures and shadows cast by the moon. The ceiling continued, “No one could touch me like you’re...
Dec 1st