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The Time Machine
She was my mother growing up. I was lucky enough to have two ( Read more... ) -
the lap pool
This is head clearance ( Read more... ) -
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And we will paddle out ( Read more... ) -
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A feral taste for blood
And recombinant, predatory eyes
Vascular muscles heave
Traipse, traipse, traipsing across leaves
And limbs and loins
Victory,
The flesh of the favored
Savored, sanguine
Fallen from empyrean heights:
You made your way to sink your teeth in
Not to whet your appetite. -
even the rain
Even the stars won't light you ( Read more... ) -
Bring me your loves, I want to love them too, you know
It was a year of bucket list moments. Of strap on the high-tops, join hands and go. An exhausting, not-a-second-wasted year of making new goals and attacking them. Of building a deeper partnership with Adam, with friends, and letting myself be myself. And finding some fun in adulthood ( Read more... ) -
Chasm
I feel you ( Read more... ) -
Proust Questionnaire
Awoke to an early morning fire alarm, so no better time to fill out the Proust Questionnaire.
What is your greatest fear?
Nothingness. The fall into a complete state of emptiness and non-existence. What we can think of as end of life. And because of that wasting time.
What is the trait you most deplore in yourself?Willingness to self-sabotage or ( Read more... ) -
Amen
Amen ( Read more... ) -
legacy/ambition
I think about legacy every day. About not just being another human. About what I will be known for. What I will leave behind. We are only here for a short while. Will I change things? Will I have a family? Will I write a novel? Will I be remembered? I sleep very little, laying out the plans of my own ambition, but also dumbfounded by people who ( Read more... )