May 2012
20 posts
The ablest navigators: save the only life you... →
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The Journey (Mary Oliver)
One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice - - - though the whole house began to tremble and you felt the old tug at your ankles. ‘Mend my life!’ each voice cried. But you didn’t stop.
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I know you wanted someone else for company, but you’ve got me
And you could give me grief about the divide, that is oceans wide.
O I know I know I know, well I learn pretty quickly. That’s just the way things go you said
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In life there is only one certain happiness-living...
Family Happiness by Tolstoy
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April 2012
23 posts
Walking around after a mani/pedi
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Seventeen days.
So ready.
in between there’s a twenty page paper and two exams.
but so excited!
Hemingway on writing
“Then there is the other secret, there isn’t any symbolysm(mis-spelled). The sea is the sea. The old man is an old man. The boy is a boy and the fish is a fish. The shark are all sharks no better or worse. All the symbolism people say is shit. What goes beyond is what you see beyond when you know.”
Love is really nothing, but a dream that keeps...
It’s been three years, but this song never gets old.
I stood there with a cigarette to cure my mind.
I’m so careless and lazy.
I can never say what I want.
I can never be with you.
No one knows who I really am.
Knots in my chest, as I inhaled
It only wrapped its arms around a bleeding wound
and left me with a sympathetic smile
Then, the Sun peered from behind the clouds.
She spilled light.
blood, flesh, clutter all around
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When I'm single and I see a cute couple
whatshouldwecallme:
I’m just like:
When my friend cancels our plans to hang out with...
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When people walk really slow in front of me
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March 2012
34 posts
My writing class is always one I look forward to. The writing genre is “Black speech in public space” but we basically talk about everything black. There are about ten students and the discussions are always interesting. Yesterday, Theo Marcus came to speak. He was simply my professor’s brother and a lawyer. My professor brought him in to give a talk and touch on the subject of Trayvon...
“If in my youth I had realized that the sustaining splendour of beauty of with...”
– Michelangelo (via missfolly)
My touch is rigid, and my words shy.
You can call me cold.
But if you peered inside, you’d find waves of tears for you.
Stacks of I love you, I miss you, I need you, help.
It is this way because I stored them so.
It is so arduous while unfamiliar to give because
No one’s ever asked of them until you.