March 2012
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“You look like you’re hiding a boyfriend.”
– My Year Two student
February 2012
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Busy Times (New Roman)
I am incredibly busy this week. Lists consume my life; strokes, twists and curls which form letters, which build into words, which join as concepts, or else chores, and though the written word calms it also feeds on me, and I can feel my mind racing but I am too lazy to catch up to it. We consume each other in a pen-and-paper battle, and I never come out on top because there is always something...
kadenshane asked: You were in my dream last night. I was at my mom's house, but I turned around and you were there. Supposedly, you flew to Chicago and took a cab to Louisville (a good 300 miles) to surprise me. We drew marker-tattoos all over one another and ate unrealistic amounts of candy while movies played in the background. You even had Piglet with you.
Everything is in [rek]order[lig]!
Cider, tunes, the sand under my feet, cuddles from my girlfriend in the sunshine and swinging with a new stranger-turned-friend’s baby on my lap- what a lovely way to spend an afternoon, followed by a tipsy cinema experience with the beautiful Nicky. These days after the clock strikes two, my day begins to brighten. I love making new and unexpected (dreadlocked) friends! The GF and I are...
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I’m absolutely terrified about going back to uni, and that’s the crux of it, really.
I always feel lost. I don’t know how to shut off my thoughts about everything else while I’m supposed to be staring at a screen or writing on a page.
I am in my final year of university. I sleep with Piglet next to me, in a bunk bed.
I just want to close my eyes for a few seconds and...
“When you loved someone, you put their needs before your own. No matter how...”
– The Pact, Jodi Picoult. (via feelfearless)
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Two Wheels.
Feeding the love of Aidan’s life (Tilly-without-an-E) while he is away is actually going to be very healthy for me. A nice bike ride (see also: disgusting back sweat and asthma attacks) and some endorphins wouldn’t go astray. It can be my alone time- or my attempt at it, anyway.
And it’s better to talk to a dog than to yourself, yeah?
Yeah.
kadenshane asked: All is well! Delays happen. Looking forward to hearing from you though :D
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Looking into someone’s eyes is difficult, for me. I’m not worried about what I’ll find, I’m worried that I won’t find enough of it. So I hide a lot. I twist, bury, shy away, close up, curl up, shut up. I am still a child, afraid of looking under the bed. Only sometimes, I fear emptiness more than monsters. I fear floorboards, timber and a cold white wall All-consuming...
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My Love List
My girlfriend is next to me, studying for her flight attendant exam, and so I am trying not to be a distraction (I’m doing a mighty fine job sprawled out in my underwear) and I am writing a little. But I’m not feeling the whole angsty emotional shit tonight- I felt more like writing a list. So here it is- my love list.
Inexpressible Love Desperate Love Safe Love (does such a love...
twiiq:
Yin and Yang are dependent opposing forces that flow in a natural cycle, always seeking balance. Though they are opposing, they are not in opposition to one another.
As part of the Tao, they are merely two aspects of a single reality. Each contains the seed of the other, which is why we see a black spot of Yin in the white Yang and vice versa.
They do not merely replace each other...
“Brod’s life was a slow realization that the world was not for her, and that for...”
– Jonathan Safran Foer (via ccccandyland)
harlequingirlx asked: everything alright hun? i know we dont know each other well, but im here to listen... or to participate in crazy cryptic metephorical conversations :P you really dont have to b lonely.
It’s going to hurt. I’m going to feel alone. It’s going to make me bitter. It’s not going to be the same, is it? No, sir. People are who they are, not who you want them to be. Thanks, Mum, for those words of wisdom, like neatly drilled holes in my skull. I’ll be fine. I’ll go there to think, I’ll go there to be lonely but not alone, and I’ll talk to...