January 2012
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but I just got a lavender latte so life is pretty splendid at the moment
“everyone has something to say but almost none of what they have to say is worth...”
– I left this for someone today and wanted to keep it as a personal reminder
I just need more coffee… too bad the coffee on campus is universally terrible and I can’t do that to myself again
just dropping in to say that I finished Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close tonight and it broke my heart sort of like Blue Valentine broke my heart and the whole time I was reading it, all I heard from everyone was how beautiful it is but all I’m wondering is why didn’t anyone warn me
suddenly, spilling my guts to strangers didn’t seem romantic anymore—it seemed stupid.
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52 weeks of honesty, week 3; january 22nd, 2012
I have told myself thousands of stories: stories that slid across the linoleum of my kitchen floor waiting for the water to boil in my teakettle, that crumpled into the corner of dusty gray bus seats on the way to class in the morning, that nestled into the bed linens on lazy mornings; stories that filled the soap bubbles while washing the dishes; stories that filled the cab of my truck while...
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52 weeks of honesty, week 2; january 16th, 2012
This morning was spent trembling across phone-wires and making proclamations I just wasn’t quite ready for yet. I am (still) in love and apparently that is the most foul thing of all. I wish I could say that I’m sorry to disappoint, but I didn’t realize that my own emotional affairs could be the cause of so much exterior upset. And there’s so much more to say, but no...
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52 weeks of honesty, week 1; january 8th, 2012
I grew up disjointed in the crook of donated church pews, nestled sleepily into my mother’s broken side. I learned, then, and ardently so, how to listen: lips pursed, head tilted ever so slightly upward; eyes following the hot and rapidly cooling stream of syllables dripping from the mouths of evangelists, saints, prophets, and antichrists alike. My mother ate it up, her hungry fingers...