December 2011
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I promise to love you like a hand-embroidered pashmina scarf.
More Tongue.
My sudden absence from your lives. My being hit by a car. Leona Lewis wants to collide. It’s been a while since I’ve posted. My impending knee surgery. My inability to walk. Jessica Simpson’s walking boots. It’s been a while since I’ve posted. My dearest Sharona. My love. Maya Angelou. Lest we part again. Lest the flames of our love dim. Know I adore thee. Know...
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Anonymous asked: would it be weird if i called you daddy?
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"Hauntingly Beautiful"
A phrase I’ve come to loathe more than mention of Korean Pop music, or its equally repulsive abbreviation, ‘K-pop’. Tired and utterly glutinous, like a leech, the phrase festers and creeps — a poor replacement for serious, thoughtful commentary, stubbornly latching itself to and infecting the vocabulary of the lazy and uninspired. Never too far from a tragic storyline or...
Used Cars For Sale
We once walked on sand, you and I. Footwear left stranded by tired, wooden gates and a pathway of unrefined asphalt. Words were a seasonal affair, ‘i’s dotted with good intent, ‘t’s crossed with an unspoken friend request. My letters went long unheard until one day you confirmed. It rained that day. Sand turned to mud, and mud to grass, and we were since walking hand in...
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lordcockington asked: What's your blog writing process? Do you look for pictures and extrapolate a story from it, do you think up a piece and look for a picture to match it, or...?
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rabbitsfollowme asked: You like all the things and reply to my posts. You're a nice person who is nice! Who are you guurl?
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metaconscious:
Great Skies - Poloroid
“Summer...
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To pee or not to pee
Brother’s friends are over. They keep him company, and keep me in my room, questioning. Is the need to ‘go’ worth the effort required to put on pants?
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“It’s a wonderful feeling to realize that you’re allowed to kiss the one that you...”
– Shinji Moon
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Rabbit Season
Leaves rustle, lizards scuttle under rocks and hide behind shrubbery. The wind tugs at my shirt, and carries me into Nature’s arms as I flow with the gentle stream. The river banks are lined with an array of green: pines, vines, willows and deciduous trees, and an assortment of other unnameables. Echoes of bird’s nests teem with the sweetness of new life. Curious minds, and eager...
whydoihaveablog:
As the girl took out her laptop and opened the cover, I couldn’t help but notice it was adorned with no less than 15 stickers of the Irish flag, the proclamation that she was an “Irish Princess,” and “100% Irish”.
That is the thing about Irish-Americans. They are so ingrained from birth to identify with their Irish roots that they become obsessed. I’m not above it, I guess,...
twenty consecutive seconds of bloodcurdling, chest-stabbing screams. Omfg. Brb. —- Okay. Back. One sec, got to get my breath back … Okay. I rushed out the front door in a panic and listened intently, trying to trace the source. Turns out it’s just the childcare center next door. HUGE relief. Huge fucking relief, people. Whoever that kid is, someone should tell them that they...
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Creeping in the streetlight
I’ve been flirting with the idea of reuniting myself with long, lost books for a while now; an effort made in the vein of one day building, and hopefully filling, a library. So, with a pang of regret, I revisited some old decisions and knocked on my uncle’s door. I was greeted with smiles and a warm embrace. I entertained my cousin with a few rounds of basketball, some small...
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"Alright muchachos, it's time to party like it's...
Best thing I’ve read in the last hour.
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“Picking five favorite books is like picking the five body parts you’d most like...”
– Neil Gaiman
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Get Ginger Ready
Fingers tied, I grab the railing and fly down the stairs two steps at a time in a desperate feat to avoid awakening mother’s quiet rage. She smothers me with her stare. Better run better run faster than my gun. ‘Three minutes’ she says. ‘Three minutes and I’m gone.’ ‘Could you fetch me a pair of socks? I’ll be much faster if —’ She...
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FACT: The phenomenon known as 'Aurora Borealis' or...
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Book Slut
I finish with one author to have another crawl between my thighs, tie my ankles and wrists to the bedposts, and have at me. Hands and feet now blistered and sore, eyes pussy and red from pouring over review after review, recommendation after recommendation, mind branching, roots searching. Shut the fuck up. A woman’s paradise is beneath a man’s foot, a scholar’s up against the...
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We take turns sitting in grandma's wheelchair,... →
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Shooting mustard behind closed curtains.
“It is not only for what we do that we are held responsible, but also for what we...”
– Molière
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Watchlilisumner:
A video I shot called The Royals, styled by Courtney Sanders and shot by Megan Christiansen!
November 2011
60 posts
