May 2013
May 12th
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May 12th
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“Sometimes, I feel the past and the future pressing so hard on either side that...”
– Evelyn Waugh
May 12th
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May 12th
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May 9th
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May 9th
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May 9th
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May 5th
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May 5th
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May 5th
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May 2nd
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May 2nd
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May 1st
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April 2013
Apr 28th
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Apr 25th
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“One by one, I drowned all the people I’d been.”
– Conor Oberst  
Apr 25th
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Apr 24th
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Apr 24th
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Apr 24th
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Apr 24th
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Apr 24th
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Apr 24th
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Apr 24th
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Apr 24th
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Apr 23rd
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“Take me to your trees. Take me to your breakfasts, your sunsets, your bad...”
– Margaret Atwood, Good Bones (via audreylostinparis)
Apr 18th
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When you know in your gut That something is right, But the timing just isn’t.
Apr 15th
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Keeping your head in the right place and making...
Apr 14th
No regrets. Onwards, always onwards. :)
Apr 2nd
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February 2013
The only one who's stuck around (and I wonder why...
Feb 17th
There are things I have to say
        but instead, will let slip away                                                                                                            quietly;  so quietly
Feb 5th
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January 2013
2 tags
I get that change doesn’t come on a particular day of the year  and, more often than not, promises made are soon after broken;  but there’s something very comforting about knowing that  on this day, you aren’t alone in hoping for something better.
Jan 1st
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December 2012
Encased in Irony: Cinderella →
lightingstrike: Cinderella I’ve learned to be wary  of the things you find beautiful. You once said  this hour was your favorite  precisely because it wouldn’t last,  because it could slip away  as easily as a heartbeat. Glass strains  under the weight of sand. Moondrunk, you told me I was beautiful. There was a phrase you could never tire of saying—darling, my name, darling; I call out to...
Dec 31st
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1 tag
Dec 30th
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Dec 30th
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Dec 23rd
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Dec 18th
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“for all that remains of the children, their eyes, staring at us,      ...”
– Lucille Clifton, Sorrow Song
Dec 15th
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Dec 15th
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Dec 14th
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Dec 14th
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Leave a Light On For Me: Of Short Stories and... →
It’s true, what they say. How writers only write what they know and writers only write what they feel. You are a poem. Open-ended. Unfinished. Make of it what you will. I try to write you like a story - with a beginning, middle, end. A narrative. Here. This is what happened. This is what will happen next. This is how that makes me feel. I have tried countless times to write something more of...
Dec 13th
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Dec 13th
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You make me wish for things I know I can never...
Dec 1st
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Dec 1st
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November 2012
Nov 30th
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October 2012
“Words never mean what we want them to mean.”
– Everything is Illuminated, Jonathan Safran Foer
Oct 28th
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Oct 22nd
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when you see something and your heart sinks and youre just like oh ok then
Oct 22nd
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Oct 21st
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