February 2011
The weight of the heart is proportionate to the depth of it’s chasms. That is to say, whatever it loses it will become so heavy.
January 2011
You are a fever, you ain't born typical.
It burned while I cried, ‘cause I heard it screaming out your name
camp-firewood asked: your blog is lovely
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“People say, ‘I’m going to sleep now,’ as if it were nothing. But it’s really a...”
– George Carlin
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Liar, Mumford & Sons
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It has been suggested that I return to NYC for the...
Fully funded, so that I can concentrate on photography.
…I’m not sure how this is going to unfold as of yet.
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When real life acts like real life
This morning, I went to the spin class for the fourth time this week. I’ve been holding my own the past week, wanting to die for most of the classes, but managing to push to the end. Today, today was a different story entirely. It was like my life imitating itself in the form of an aerobics class. Suddenly and for no apparent reason, I was exhausted. My lungs burned like I’d swallowed...
It's maddening, this.
It is maddening. This is maddening. You. This is, horribly, terribly, achingly maddening.
“Soon we will be strangers. No, we can never be that. Hurting someone is an act...”
– Intimacy by Hanif Kureishi
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“I used to be somebody, but now I am somebody else.”
– Bad Blake
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I don't really have anything meaningful to say...
I mean, what should I say? It was a long day, and there was a funeral.
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White blank page, Mumford & Sons
In the...
First train home, Imogen Heap
In loving Memory,...
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On the blank lines.
They’ll stay blank for now, because nothing has become different, but everything is different in it’s own way. Things are happening around me, the world is moving on, but it’s just rotation of color and sound. I’m standing still; standing just here. No one asks and I don’t tell. People wonder, and I smile. I smile, and people wonder.
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how it ends, devotchka
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