March 2012
“If you stand
there long enough the air will thicken
with dusk and...”
– Philip Levine, from “How to Get There” (via proustitute)
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February 2012
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“Being a writer is a very peculiar sort of a job: it’s always you versus a blank...”
– Neil Gaiman: On Writing (via fortuneandglory)
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I’m pretty sure my family think I’m a heathen.
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“Imagine the Earth devoid of human life, inhabited only by plants and animals....”
– Eckhart Tolle, The Power of Now (via lydianea)
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Kind of appropriately Bon Iver’s Blood Bank has been stuck in my head all day. I was standing out on the back porch gazing up at the snow just now when I absently sang to myself “then the snow started falling”. I feel like my entire day was building up to that moment.
It is snowing so beautifully outside right now and I can’t get enough of it. I wish it wasn’t dark outside so I could get some decent pictures.
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I ate this really delicious chocolate truffle yesterday and ended up getting a stomach ache after, so naturally I decided to test the theory that it was in fact the chocolate that upset my stomach by eating another one today. Test is over. It was definitely the chocolate.
I was playing the Moonlight Sonata on the piano and all of a sudden Barbara Ann by the Beach Boys popped into my head. I couldn’t finish playing because I was too busy singing.
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“The sunlight was still, desolate and arid. And you knew that something huge was...”
– Jean Rhys, After Leaving Mr. Mackenzie (via lydianea)
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ahuntersheart:
I’ve always wanted to begin a poem with the line, “I’ve always wanted to begin.” Now I have. Best to end here, but the universe is expanding back into its black beginnings, and space, aware of its own looming demise, is singing of possibilities. I’m almost over, it sings, it’s almost over and sooner or later we’d be left with nothing but time. If we live that long. Sometime before...
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It’s a quarter after ten in the morning and it’s 51 degrees outside and sunny. What if it got into the 60s today? What if.
Another strand of Christmas lights bites the dust.
For some reason I’m afraid of every kind of spider except for daddy long legs. I’m not even indifferent to them, I’m actually kind of chummy with them. Like if I come across one I’m like “oh hey how’s it going” and we both just carry on with our own business. But if I see any other spider I freak out and absolutely cannot take my eyes off of it for a...
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