From the treetop nest

[espiritudemente]

So I wrote that paper. The big one. The symposium one. It ended up four pages longer than it was suppose to be. And that was okay. My teacher gave me a 110%, and told me that I had a career. Cool. He wants me to go for it. The symposium. That is. If I do it his way. Sort of

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[totheliving]

Hearts just get sore sometimes. They do that. The way clocks run out of batteries; the way light bulbs tend to blow now and again when you turn them on.

I love this line so much right now. I agree with it. Thank you for writing it.

They say that what attracts you most in a person also annoys you the most. Maybe there's some truth in that.

Congratulations, and best of luck with your academic journey. I hope you get to follow your vision as closely as possible, it sounds fascinating. I am new to academic writing on religion, and all the technicalities of what gets published and all that. Even if you wind up going in a different direction, at least the experience of knowing her can make for some great creative pieces, and can infuse the paper even if it's not directly about her.

[immortalize]

ok, this isn't cool. i haven't seen you in forever. i miss you like H, E, double hockey sticks.
and I absolutely love those last three sentences. hearts do get sore. and sometimes they soar.