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SMUG IN THE WOOLY, COTTON BRAINS OF INFANCY
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[Dec. 3rd, 2009|06:09 pm] |
finally gained the lucky view of the world now it's back to the basics folk and flannel shirts corn, water, and wine. bad habits walk past and I never look back. this is who I really am more human than ever before. |
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| (no subject) |
[Aug. 25th, 2009|10:09 pm] |
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Man, can you help me out? Bring me back to love. Bring me back to life. |
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| Words that will never say enough. |
[May. 26th, 2009|12:14 pm] |
There's definitely something sacred about this particular space and time, how natural it feels to fit in your arms and for your body to melt into mine. |
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| (no subject) |
[Apr. 17th, 2009|12:59 pm] |
I don't know who I am anymore. Someone please remind me.
I need to rediscover myself. |
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| To Erik |
[Apr. 14th, 2009|12:14 am] |
Let's please pretend that last night was just a dream. We're gonna make this happen no matter what it takes. Because I know what we have is something really special.
I know now that it's not necessary for me to spill my heart out to you all at once. As difficult as it is for me to do, it's much better to reveal myself to you more slowly and to take things as they come.
This all goes back to what you mentioned earlier, which I just now realized is so ridiculously true. I am not as comfortable with myself as I should be. I do not have enough self-respect to stay alone for very long, and that is exactly the reason why I am so eager to give my heart away.
When I ask you to tell me how you feel about me or to tell me why you fell in love with me, that's my insecurities talking. I need to not place so much value on your opinion of me. I really need to grow as a person and improve my opinion of myself.
I guess I have a lot to learn. I just don't know where to start. |
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| Why I wore flowers in my hair. |
[Mar. 14th, 2009|03:41 am] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | Fleet Foxes | ] | It was like we were prophets and visionaries channeling new ideas that flowed so naturally through us like early spring's raging rivers. We were only fifteen, hearts pumping strong and open to the entire world. Our epiphanies experienced in unison, we discovered raw truth all at once the notion that WE WERE ALIVE and nothing was more exciting than the moment we were living right then. |
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| All the King's Horses by Robert Plant |
[Mar. 4th, 2009|05:31 pm] |
Swift and true straight to my heart, Love has come calling and I'm back there again I pour myself a brand new start Glad to be falling for the beauty within.
All the King's horses, all the King's men I'm on the outside looking in Over and over and over again There's no telling where I've been How I returned here, how much I have seen
All the King's horses, all the King's men I'll weave a circle round the sun Throw down my arms and give my all I'll be your soldier of love I'll weave a circle round the sun Throw down my arms and give my all I'll be your soldier of love I am your soldier of love |
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| (no subject) |
[Mar. 2nd, 2009|11:25 pm] |
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There's nothing half so sweet in life as love's young dreams. |
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| (no subject) |
[Feb. 21st, 2009|09:41 pm] |
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Tiger Mountain Peasant Song by Fleet Foxes is the most beautiful song I've ever heard. |
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| I am a crazy cat lady |
[Feb. 20th, 2009|12:56 pm] |
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| | Fleet Foxes | ] | Am I destined to become a lonely old woman whose closest friends are the cats that roam around her ancient, empty house? I can believe it.
I talk to my cats more than I talk to any real humans in my life. What makes them such good company is that they don't talk back. Or argue.
They just listen. And they love me no matter what. |
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| (no subject) |
[Dec. 7th, 2008|03:06 pm] |
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| | crushed | ] | My life is an emotional train wreck.
My heart is slowly breaking.
I want my life back. |
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| (no subject) |
[Aug. 20th, 2008|04:55 pm] |
I seemed to be living the same day over again waking up each morning expecting something different the desperate search for some meaning in my life on this god-forsaken island was finally ended on a drippy day that was lost in august when peering out from underneath a clump of tall wet weeds was a small patch of lonesome galveston field shrooms promising to provide me with just the right amount of poison and the possibility of transforming my summer into something special |
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| (no subject) |
[Jul. 16th, 2008|01:25 pm] |
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Sorting through and then moving almost 20 years worth of bullshit sure is a pain in the ass, but it really has been worth it. Living in my new house is like being on vacation every day. I can't believe that this place is my new home. |
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| (no subject) |
[Apr. 30th, 2008|02:06 am] |
I sometimes have to remind myself,
something that feels this good can't be all that bad. |
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| WILDERNESS |
[Apr. 9th, 2008|09:02 pm] |
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"Have you ever seen God?" --a mandala. A symmetrical angel. Felt? yes. Fucking. The Sun. Heard? Music. Voices. Touched? an animal. your hand. Tasted? Rare meat, corn, water, & wine.
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| (no subject) |
[Apr. 8th, 2008|01:21 am] |
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i've discovered that i only live for one thing that feeling that i've transcended my own miserable isolation by connecting with others in those holy cocaine moments when my soul seems to open up for all to see
i stay up all night tiptoeing around the house until dawn just me and these cool cats that i snagged from the streets i suck on a few cancer sticks smokeable death i sink deeper into the ground and feel closer to my mother |
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| ROT IN HELL. |
[Mar. 25th, 2008|02:10 am] |
I refuse to be pushed around just because you think I'm a sheltered rich white girl.
Don't ever fucking tell me what I have and have not experienced.
You're not the only one who has been to hell and back,
YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE.
We'll see what you've got to say once you've found your own mother dead and cold, lying on a filthy bathroom floor. |
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| David's joke |
[Feb. 27th, 2008|12:56 pm] |
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One day, a little boy goes over to his grandparents house and spends some quality time on the front porch with his grandfather. Grandpa is drinking a beer, and the little boy asks if he can have some. "Can your dick touch your asshole?" asks the grandpa. The little boy answers no, so the grandpa replies, "Well, then you aren't old enough to drink beer". The little boy goes back to his grandparents house about a week later and sits on the porch again with his grandpa. He asks his grandpa if he can have some of his beer. "Can your dick touch your asshole yet?" the grandpa asks. He says it still cant, so Grandpa says, "Sorry boy, but you're still not old enough to drink beer." Later, the little boy goes inside where his grandma gives him a plate of fresh cookies. The little boy goes back outside to sit on the porch again, holding his plate of cookies. The grandpa asks him if he can have one, so the little boy asks, "Can YOUR dick touch YOUR asshole, Grandpa?" "It sure can," the grandpa answers.
"Well, then go fuck yourself. These are my cookies."
That was the joke he told me the first day we met. I laughed so hard that I fell in love. |
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| ? |
[Feb. 25th, 2008|12:26 am] |
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| | awake | ] | I had an epiphany in biology class on Thursday when the TA started lecturing about the different chemical changes that happen during the lifetime of plants.
I wondered, what is it exactly that triggers those changes? What makes a plant grow? It definitely doesn't decide to do so on its own.
It was at that moment that I realized that it must be the work of something magical, some mysterious force that must exist within every living thing on earth.
There have been times in my life when I thought I felt it, times when I was overwhelmed by a feeling that there was something inside of me that somehow connected me to every other living thing around me.
I honestly don't believe there is any other explanation. I don't know if what I'm feeling is the presence of some god, but I do know that it is something special.
It really just makes me happy to be alive. |
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