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Paul Sizer
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Kate Kane by Tiffani King
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    Batman #94 - “The New Batman!”

    written by Edmond Hamilton
    art by Sheldon Moldoff & Stan Kaye

    (via all-batman)

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    "Never get rid of the person who understands you more than anyone else."

    Mark Patterson,  (via lovethisboringlife)

    (Source: kushandwizdom, via letsgetfoxy)

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    "I’d be hers, if she asked."

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    2014.08.23

    It’s been a weird year. I used to say 2014 was going to be year of the new. But if you had told me a year ago that I’d have a different job, a different car, a different apartment, a different city, different friends, and no longer have Ivana in my life, I would have looked at you like you were giving birth to dire wolves.

    I lucked out with the company I work for now. They are way beyond the top tier of what they do. Most days I feel like I’m Maverick in Top Gun flight school. I am the youngest by far, about 30 years, so everyone else has had time to get to that level. Everyone else has been working together for 15-20 years, so no one else has to prove themselves. But I have to prove myself on a whole new level. I feel like I am close to excelling, and this job let’s me be the boss of quite a few people. It’s just always different when you’re the youngest person by so many decades. Not to say I feel like I’m not fitting in. Right now I almost feel like I’m working with friends. But this job takes a lot of hours. I work 7 days a week, non stop. But it is rewarding, and the pay isn’t bad either.

    I move to Victory Ave in less than a week. I am so happy for the view I am about to have. Although the rent scares me. But this is just to help me train myself anyway. I just want to live there for a year as sort of a last hurrah. Then it’s saving as much as I can. And then design/build my own house. Who knows where I want it to be. I keep thinking a beach somewhere in Cali, but if Ivana isn’t around to help enjoy it, I don’t know if I’m going to be as happy there.

    I miss the hell out of Ivana. More so than any other person before. Plus I think it’s because I feel like it’s finally over. She chose someone else over me and it didn’t end well. I don’t know if I can ever recover from how it all went down. But I do miss her. She was always such a bright spot in my life. I loved her more than anything. She was the central power battery to my green lantern. There is this giant void left. I didn’t realize how used to her I had become. Sometimes I still constantly instictively pull out my phone to text her and then I remember. I guess that’s what happens when you’re used to talking to someone almost 24/7. She was such an amazing person. So much love and life spilling away from her. Always going on about the ocean, the moon, animals, pokemon. When she smiled, she always did it with her whole body. God, she was the most beautiful thing in the world when she smiled. She thought she was lame, but to me she was honestly the coolest person I’ve ever known. I looked at her like she was the one that put the stars and moon in the sky. Her birthday is tomorrow and it’s a day that makes everything a little rougher. I had something big planned for her. And something even bigger planned to celebrate both of our birthdays next year. I wanted to take her to Japan. I wanted to give her an expensive diamond necklace and a large, black hat to make her feel like Selina. But oh well. I hope the person she chose over me treats her well and makes her feel the way she wants to feel. I hope the guy knows he won the lotter against 7 billion other people out there.

    I feel like lately I’m having trouble saving money. I’m stressed and I think what I buy is going to help, but it really doesn’t. If anything, I always pick things that make me end up spending more money, like Masterpiece Transformers, haha. I’m supposed to be 32 years old, right?

    I forgot. I turned 32 last week. It’s amazing how times flies. I remember up until my 30th birthday, I would make my birthday something big. This year I didn’t even celebrate it. I was at work by 7 am. I don’t think anyone even remembered, except oddly my car dealership and a defensive driving course I took in 2010, haha. Maybe that’s what I need to focus on. My personal life.

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    (Source: knicknknack, via dulcisdomus)

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    "I still feel that poetry is not medicine — it’s an X-ray. It helps you see the wound and understand it."

    Dunya Mikhail, from an interview (via exoticwild)

    (Source: mitochondria, via nxyc)

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Watched something that was once so beautiful, so full of life, collapse and rot from within?

    Watched something that was once so beautiful, so full of life, collapse and rot from within?

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