Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood beneath a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Even for me.
-Bella Swan, New Moon. By Stephenie Meyer
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EARTH TO JESSICA
Hey, I'm Jessica. I'm a music enthusiast, a book worm, worry wort, cloud watching, vegetarian. I enjoy silent walks. I constantly listen to my iPod. I live in my librarian sweaters and jeans. I believe that if you tell yourself something long enough, it may just come true. I'm always thinking. I like to people watch. I'm fairly boring.
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