The terror of those nights when you go to bed and try to fall asleep knowing that life has changed for you forever. It’s inevitable.
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Day/Page/Sketch #153
The watched cheese never grills.
Day/Page/Sketch #152
Isn’t it funny that when you finally reach out to your dreams you become quite gloomy? Is it because you’re dissatisfied with your fortune, or is it because you’re dissatisfied with yourself?
Day/Page/Sketch #151
Money makes the world go round, not sure which direction, though.
Day/Page/Sketch #150
Understand that!
Day/Page/Sketch #149
When you’re lost in the mazes of wishful thinking you can’t trace back the pathways that brought you where you are. You think you can crush a man, but you can barely pat an eggshell.
Day/Page/Sketch #148
Mais la vie separe
Ceux qui s’aiment
Tout doucement
Sans faire de bruit
Et la mer efface sur le sable
Le pas des amants desunis
Day/Page/Sketch #147
Day/Page/Sketch #146
The announcement of the Great Expectations to Pip has arrived. It is that Time.
Day/Page/Sketch #145
Would you want anything? Do you want anything? That is the question.
Day/Page/Sketch #144
Don’t disclose any secrets about yourself, or about others. Feel the smell of scented soap instead.
Day/Page/Sketch #143
“When we are struck at without a reason, we should strike back again very hard; I am sure we should -so hard as to teach the person who struck us never to do it again.” ~Charlotte Bronte.
Day/Page/Sketch #142
I don’t know.
Day/Page/Sketch #141
“Chalk fairies” are police officers that have an urge to draw chalk lines around deceased bodies in crime scenes, and then disappear when investigators attempt to find out who contaminated the scene.
The Havisham Hour 