February 2012
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January 2012
11 posts
“Whatever relationships you have attracted in your life at this moment, are...”
– Deepak Chopra (via elige)
So.
New handsome man in my life. I’m liking it, even more so him. Feels good man. Feels good.
December 2011
17 posts
Driving into the sunrise. Trying to not think of James. The Gaslight Anthem just came on the radio.
Some Mornings
I wake up next to a woman. I”ll tell you more about those mornings later. Just know that I love it, and it’s always the same one.
The Words
The WORDS flow through like toxins.
They pulsate,
PULSATE at the
Noise.
Sound,
You made it all up in your head.
The flow, the words, like the colors,
In the wind. The sky falls.
darkness.
I hear nothing but the sound.
She loves, he mimics, accuses and blames.
Such pain she feels.
Poor thing, and such a sweet thing.
Are you, my dear, another blind female to the world?
...
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Trying to Walk Through Thoughts: Touch
It hit me last night, how much I desire to touch. I am not much of a cuddler, I can be, but nothing like my mother, who still attempts to sneak into my bedroom to cuddle in the morning on the very few days that she visits.
The more I think about it, the stranger it seems. Now, I don’t just go around touching random people, and I really don’t even like being touched by others,...
One of my loves
My dear Keurig B70 is dying on me. It is a sad, sad day for me. AND no coffee this morning? Let’s not talk about my strange dream last night either. Sleeping in dreams is strange my friends. Let’s hope this Monday turns around.
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My Exciting Friday Night
Currently in a bubble bath nearly too hot to be in. Listening to the “best” of Mozart, about to read over the key concepts of my Bio class. Loving every minute of it.
I absolutely have no tolerance
For people standing me up. If I make plans with you, that means we have fucking plans. Yes, it’s just tea, but fuck. COME. ON. Don’t waste my time. Your time is no more precious than mine.
November 2011
36 posts
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Thanksgiving
Spent the last 2.5 hours on the phone with my mom
She called so I could help her open a bottle of wine at 11 am this morning
she doesn’t drink, and only drank two sips the entire time, yet managed to spill it on her puzzle and laptop.
Bailed on dinner with her boyfriend, the reason why I didn’t go home, because she already had plans
told me she was going to “off...
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Second Favorite Female Poet
Faults by Sara Teasdale.
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Hiding all clocks until the AM, I still think about how not even an hour from now I was going to see you. Plugged in my electric blanket earlier; it’s the only thing I have to keep me warm at night.
I miss you still.
