February 2012
10 posts
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Writer's Aid Soundtrack. →
I'm not really sure what's going on.
I have a mirad of bills that need to be paid. I have responsibilities to my roommate, and at the same time to myself…. why am i letting everything slip away from me? I don’t even feel like i’m as smart as i once was… or maybe the overconfidence i felt in that regard has begun to slip away. Regardless… i think im in stuck in a life rut… i’ve lost confidence...
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Ipod Make-Over:
Please give me recommendations for new music. Greatly appreciated.
January 2012
11 posts
So… i made this. What do you think?
I'm going to try to find god.
If I can’t, I’ll try to find meaning instead.
December 2011
7 posts
November 2011
7 posts
Our True North Strong and Reasonably Priced
You know what I don’t get myself enough credit for any more? I wake up in the morning, i step outside, and right now i’m greeted with cold breeze that’s often accompanied by a delicious coffee that from what i gather is free trade worth from some country overseas i know enough about to suggest that It’s better that way. I put on nice clothes, i eat a breakfast made with eggs from a farm found a...
The Melody of Battle Scars
There’s always something special about listening to a song, and realizing that a certain line, or a turn of phrase can bring you to a place you hadn’t been in a while. Whether it helps you remember a smell, or perhaps a kiss, or a touch or some sensation that you shared with someone else. For others it might help them remember a moment that’s less than appealing, maybe there’s a tune or hymn that...
October 2011
12 posts
Yellow shirts and patios.
What’s that feeling, the kind of ecouragement and pride that’s genuine. The smile and look with a message clearer than a sound. The look that say’s ‘Play hard’ instead of ‘good luck.’ Why? Because she want’s you to do your best, not just for her, but she loves the sound of your voice, and the energy you have when you’ve done well for yourself....
Chadwick
The florescent lights outlining make-up’s imperfections. With smells intertwined mixing coffee and recent meals. The restricting feeling of shirts too small to fit, wondering if it’s meals too rich to give to poor fabric. The blank stares of the audience, each miles way from conversations, as the speaker loses track because the lady and her flowered dress. The waiter cleaning tables to...
My love's a fingerprint, yours, a cup of tea;
Is this, or has this really ever been a matter of being in love? I suppose there’s a lot to be said about someone being able to watch you throw yourself in the mud, make all of life’s ridiculous and dangerous mistakes, and still love you when you come out the other side. When people write about how they envision themselves falling in love in a style that would stay true to the movies they’ve...
“Live to the point of tears.”
– Albert Camus (via joure)
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September 2011
15 posts
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and after all; we were infinite for a moment: CXV →
athenaddiction:
it has been 115 days since my grandmother passed away. when you’re a kid, 115 seems like an infinite number. once you become older…it’s nothing. it’s not enough time. it’s not enough money. you can count there in under two minutes. in 115 days, somehow i have learned to survive without my…
This Is one of the greatest things i’ve ever read.
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