January 2012
12 posts
i never dreamed i’d meet somebody like you.
“your soul doesn’t care what you do for a living - and when your life is over,...”
– neale donald walsch
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what do i worship, send me my options
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December 2011
12 posts
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“If I try my best and fail, well, I tried my best.”
– Steve Jobs, 1998 (via david)
“i love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
i love you...”
– pablo neruda, “XVII”
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“There is a common superstition that ‘self-respect’ is a kind of...”
– joan didion, “on self-respect”
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oh, i could drink a case of you darling and i...
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your hands.
When your hands go out,
love, toward mine,
what do they bring me flying?
Why did they stop
at my mouth, suddenly,
why do I recognize them
as if then, before,
I had touched them,
as if before they existed
they had passed over
my forehead, my waist?
Their softness came
flying over time,
over the sea, over the smoke,
over the spring, and when you placed
your hands on my chest,
I...
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Watch
November 2011
15 posts
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thanksgiving
i am thankful for:
alice
pizza
people who leave their facebook pages open
people who leave their twitter accounts open
all cheese
cool friends
cool animals
the bad girls club
living alone
health insurance
i am not thankful for:
mommy bloggers
the toilet paper at my school
flash mobs
children with sticky hands
glee clubs
the influence glee has had on the public school system
...
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“But when a saga popular with pre-adolescent girls peaks romantically on a night...”
– NPR’s Linda Holmes reviews Twilight Breaking Dawn, Pt. 1 (via diandrabird)
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October 2011
11 posts
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ramble bramble
being without love for a long time, i think you forget what it feels like. you let your emotions get the best of you, trying to recognize old patterns in someone new. i ignored the warning signs, stifled my happiness, put another before me, me, me. and though i wasn’t happy, it didn’t matter. that’s not okay, but it seems to go that way quite a bit, making sure another is...
in passing
i don’t remember what you smelled like. i think it was a little musky, but clean, deodorant, i’m not sure. it’s gone and it’s for the best, right? you weren’t right. you were, then you weren’t anymore.
it seems that in grieving a loss, any loss, the worst part is beginning to forget the sensations - what someone tasted like, how they smelled, how they’d...
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