February 2012
11 posts
I went on a date today.
How terribly normal of me.
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“How dydd I knowe thatt ev’ry darte,
“Thatt cutte the airie waie,...”
– Thomas Chatterton as Thomas Rowley, Bristowe Tragedie
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January 2012
12 posts
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December 2011
18 posts
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21 today.
I feel old.
Writer's brain.
My brain is residence to hundreds of imagined people
waiting to take the exodus
from my brain
to my arm
to my hand
to my pen
to my paper,
where they will come alive
(at least partially).
But doubt is an armed guard at the walls of my brain
that says, “YOU SHALL NOT PASS.”
When confined to my mind,
they overpopulate
and bang against the walls.
If only i could sneeze...
“There’s nothing wrong with being happy. There’s nothing wrong with enjoying...”
– Todd VanDerWerff (via velvetcastle)
“It’s said it takes seven years
to grow completely new skin cells.
To think,...”
– Brett Elizabeth Jenkins, December 21st, 2002 (via vaginawoolf)
November 2011
28 posts
WARNING: If you see a link that offers you free...
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My brother is David.
David has Autism.
Autism is a bitch.
It’s sick
how they watch him,
judge him,
nudge at their friends,
“look at that kid.”
Yeah, he screams
for no apparent reason
and jumps around
as if on fire.
He is on fire.
Your ruthless glares—
they burn him,
they destroy him.
For what 13-year-old wants to be different
(and to be reminded of it...
“Essentially, the idea of a “slut” is a myth told to women to keep them in their...”
– The Slut Myth (via valjeans)
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