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This is what it could look like when one completely deconstructs a life as one knows it, and how to build from the ground up. Alternatively, this is a fresh look at an old story. The fine art of falling apart.

the new 18

the new 18
Originally uploaded by Abstract Magdalene.

That's what someone told me 30 was. I was all ready to write this "eternal sunshine of the spotless mnd" entry but I became distracted by....whatever. It always happens.

OH, and I was thinking about love, and how it has different levels, or strengths. So, theoretically, you can love a whole bunch of different people, in different ways, at the same time. No rules. blah, blah, blah.

Me, I'm not into that, I think. In a perfect world, I would like someone who can't take his eyes off of me, can't wait to spend time with me, does little nutty things that I would 'get'. Gives me extra blankets. Writes love letters. gets lost when I need space. long list of stuff.

But, I've become convinced that only happens for the beautiful people in movies and timeless 'romance' stories. Because I've never met anyone who has that kind of love. Seems to me, it's very hard work. And some people just aren't cut out for hard work. Know what I mean? Well, I do.

I'm going to buy the biggest sketch pad tomorrow, and dust off the charcoal. I already know which sketch pad that will be mine.

I already know...

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