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Cara

loves: black and white photography. poetry. vintage stores. thunderstorms. good ambience. fairytales. disneyworld. black kohl and fuschia lipstick. red and purple skittles. turquoise beads. icing but not cakes. might-have-beens. the dandy warhols. within temptation. automatic loveletter. mediaeval baebes. troy. interview with a vampire. the oc. making 11:11 wishes. purple glitter. mermaids. my-little-ponies. magic.

expertise: melodramaticks. eyeliner. laughing. goodbyes. hanging in there.

♥ music on, world off.
shh.

soundtrack to life.

♥ scream(?).
live.

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♥ adieu .
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Thursday, July 9, 2009
hello, old friend. 2:32 AM


re: our torrid affair with the written word.


Today was spent kicking back in the canteen with Amrit, Lisa, and Carol, poring over the words of the twenty-first century subway prophets.

How people can come up with beautiful, scintillating, ridiculous, nonsensical, amazing, INFINITE things like that - I'll never know.
Though I suppose the pot probably helps.

Spent an hour and a half laughing over each other's elbows and arms and knees and calling out the words on the flickering laptop screen; much to the annoyance of everyone else in the canteen. (Sorry. Didn't mean to disrupt your Khemistree revision.)
Read out bits and pieces and every once in a while would stop to roll the words over our tongues. Who needs food?

"...Decadent." She savours the word; rolls it in her mouth like wine. "Don't you just love the sound of it? Dehhhcadent. So beautiful."
"it makes me think of dark velvet, and chocolate, and pearls against bronzed skin,"
"...'Decadent and broken-down'. I think that's the most beautiful combination in the world. Can't you imagine it? All those handsome, swarthy, catastrophic John Deans."
"Dehhhcadent. Yes. It's beautiful."


Some days words are the only things that save.

These were a few of our favourites:

"What the hell is that?" I laughed.
"It's my fox hat."
 "Your fox hat?"
 "Yeah, Pudge. My fox hat."
 "Why are you wearing your fox hat?" I asked.
"Because no one can catch the motherfucking fox."

"I found myself thinking about President William McKinley, the third American president to be assassinated. He lived for several days after he was shot, and towards the end, his wife started crying and screaming, "I want to go too! I want to go too!"
And with his last measure of strength, McKinley turned to her and spoke his last words:
"We are all going.""

(John Green also obviously was in acquaintance with Amrit, because:)
"Talking to a drunk person was like talking to an extremely happy, severely brain-damaged three-year-old."

(Lisa read this one and went: "Cara!!!". Yeah because this is the decision: to live fast and die young)
"I may die young, but at least I'll die smart."

"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. "

"On the morning in question, she wore white shorts and a pink T-shirt that featured a green dragon breathing a fire of orange glitter. It is difficult to explain how awesome I found this T-shirt at the time."

"You're awfully philosophical for a girl that just got busted."

"But ultimately I do not believe that she was only matter. The rest of her must be recycled, too. I believe now that we are greater than the sum of our parts."


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And our alltime favourite, the one we yelled out loudest of all, right there in the middle of all the grey in another school in another suburban neighbourhood in another part of another island in our great giant revolving Life-Giving sphere....:

"The Colonel led all the cheers.
"Cornbread!" he screamed.
"CHICKEN!" the crowd responded.
"Rice!"
"PEAS!"
And then, all together: "WE GOT HIGHER SATs."
 "Hip Hip Hip Hooray!" the Colonel cried. "YOU'LL BE WORKIN' FOR US SOMEDAY!""