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Amante_dei_Libri
Nokomis, Florida
Member for 14 years
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ABOUT ME
I love reading, and do so addictively. School is the most important thing to me and I rarely let anything get in the way of that.

INTERESTS AND FAVORITES
Books: The Book Thief by Markus Zusak, Sunshine by Robin McKinley, The Crucible by Arthur Miller, The Poisonwood Bible by Barbara Kingsolver
Music: Fallen, The Open Door, Wicked the Musical, Consent to Treatment
Movies: Beauty and the Beast, Resident Evil, I Am Legend, Gran Torino
TV Shows: Ouran High School Host Club, House, Bones, Grey's Anatomy
Interests: Reading, Eating, Sleeping, Taking showers


Nonfiction
An Optimistic message for pessimists
By Amante_dei_Libri BRONZE
Nokomis, Florida
Amante_dei_Libri BRONZE, Nokomis, Florida
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His Story
By i-am-nicole-ashley GOLD
Hutchinson, Minnesota
i-am-nicole-ashley GOLD, Hutchinson, Minnesota
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Self Portrait
By emmabr BRONZE
Columbia, Maryland
emmabr BRONZE, Columbia, Maryland
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Favorite Quote:
Outside the station, she stands with her child on the side of the street, taking pictures of cars.

You think she's insane. Until, one day, you notice that she's taking pictures of the license plates of the cars her child gets into.

Because you look. But you do not see.

And she walks out the shop with bags full of cat food. You think she's some crazy cat lady until you find out, she has no cats.

Because you eat. But you do not taste.

It's been a while since their last album but he assures you, he's doing just fine these days, white flecks in his nostrils. Then he asks you if he can spend the night on your couch, even though it stinks.

Because you sniff. But you do not smell.

And they say "Just OK" when you ask them how school was. Then you wonder what they're hiding until you find their diary and the last entry reads "I wish you'd give me some privacy."

Because you listen. But you do not hear.

And they've got a bruise over their eye and you run the tips of your fingers over it and ask them how it happened. You believe them. Until it happens again.

Because you touch. But you do not feel.

And they walk past you everyday, one million stories, each waiting to be told. Waiting for you to ask.

Because you live. But very few, love.

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Madness MAG
By flyaway
Chester, New York
flyaway, Chester, New York
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