This 'blog is devoted to little highs, glimpses of a perfect world, bits of upliftingness, and anything that recalls joy.
This 'blog is devoted to little highs, glimpses of a perfect world, bits of upliftingness, and anything that recalls joy.
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When I run I can turn like I'm magic or something. I can turn like there wasn't even a turn. I turn and I'm going so fast it's like I was still going straight. Through the trees like a missile, through the trees I love to run with my claws reaching and grabbing so quickly like I'm taking everything.
Damn, I'm so in love with all of this.
(from "After I Was Thrown in a River and Before I Drowned," Dave Eggers)