January 2011
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It’s the end of the year and although I was off to a rocky start, which then turned into an unlucky streak that lasted well into the summer, I am quite happy with how events unfolded for me. Because the awful things that happened to me brought about changes in myself that I’m proud of. Yes, I am still far from perfect, or even far from the person I want to be. But I am closer than...
December 2010
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Be Mine
I love mankind most when no one’s around. On New Year’s Day for instance, when everything’s closed and I’m driving home on the highway alone for hours in the narrating rain, with no exact change, the collector’s booth glowing ahead in the tumbling dark like a little lit temple with an angel inside and a radio which as I open my window, a little embarrassed...
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My poor nose skin. D: D: D:
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Fun fact (that probably isn’t true) that I recently learned: pinching your eyebrows can help drain fluids from your sinuses.
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Tegan and Sara - Someday
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dive for dreams
dive for dreams or a slogan may topple you (trees are their roots and wind is wind) trust your heart if the seas catch fire (and live by love though the stars walk backward) honour the past but welcome the future (and dance your death away at the wedding) never mind a world with its villains or heroes (for good likes girls and tomorrow and the earth) in spite of everything ...
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Retail jobs make me hate life.
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Ricky Gervais Explains Why He's an Atheist →
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Why Don't You Write Me Anymore?
I’ve never made it a secret that I’m just a fucked up girl who’s looking for my own peace of mind. At the exact same time, I realize I’m hardly the only person who feels this way. It’s probably this dichotomy, being both self centred and insecure, which constantly makes me feel as if my heart and my mind are breaking.
I first started posting my thoughts on the...
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Sleepyti.me Calculator →
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Here I Am, Lord
The ribbed black of the umbrella is an argument for the existence of God, that little shelter we carry with us and may forget beside a chair in a committee meeting we did not especially want to attend. What a beautiful word, “umbrella.” A shade to be opened. Like a bat’s wing, scalloped. It shivers. A drum head beaten by the silver sticks of rain, and I do not...
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Hover Hands →
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At this time tomorrow, I will be sitting down to write my last final for the semester. Yeyuh.
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Dreamland
When midnight mists are creeping, And all the land is sleeping, Around me tread the mighty dead, And slowly pass away. Lo, warriors, saints, and sages, From out the vanished ages, With solemn pace and reverend face Appear and pass away. The blaze of noonday splendour, The twilight soft and tender, May charm the eye: yet they shall die, Shall die and pass away. But here, in...
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Emily Dickinson's To-Do List
Monday Figure out what to wear—white dress? Put hair in bun Bake gingerbread for Sue Peer out window at passersby Write poem Hide poem Tuesday White dress? Off-white dress? Feed cats Chat with Lavinia Work in garden Letter to T.W.H. Wednesday White dress or what? Eavesdrop on visitors from behind door Write poem Hide poem Thursday Try on new white dress Gardening—watch out for...
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Someone Still Loves You, Boris Yeltsin - Oregon...
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I am so overwhelmingly thankful for peers who will edit my poorly written drafts.
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Mix Tape for Dead Girl
Side A
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A song I’ve dubbed ‘I’m a Trapeze,’ tape-recorded through the walls of my old apartment, the woman next door (chunky amber beads, electric-white hair) playing two chords on a guitar. Sometimes I think the plaster was obscuring her lyrics, other times I think she was singing nonsense. One of those songs that benefits from bad acoustics, barriers, poor recording equipment.
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100 Free Classic Films Everyone Should See →
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12 Fascinating Food Facts (2) →
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the hookers, the madmen, and the doomed
today at the track 2 or 3 days after the death of the jock came this voice over the speaker asking us all to stand and observe a few moments of silence. well, that’s a tired formula and I don’t like it but I do like silence. so we all stood: the hookers and the madmen and the doomed. I was set to be dis- pleased but then I looked up at the TV screen and there ...