I have lost myself....lost lost lost lost loss.t.

I should have loved a thunderbird instead

Why can't I just give up ( Read more... )

This weekend we were supposed to get back together ( Read more... )

I could never stay there. I know that. But, it's hard not to want it back.

Home was family


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While the grass’ grapple tightened,
As did the sky stained clothes upon my hips,
And rendered I to rapture,
Because lightning pulsed in my veins
And water finally poured through cheeked trench,


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The strange thing about coming home is that I  I never really can. That's always been the problem. It's easy to get nostalgic about and I like fantasizing about coming back here to hide from my life. But, it never feels right; I don't belong.

The snow is thick and beautiful and all the red orange wood feels like oil paint.


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too much.

I hate starbucks. a lot. I fail at being a barista. I just don't care. So fucking what if your triple grande breve 6 pump extra hot vanilla latte's foam isn't fluffy enough. I hate you.

I really miss the wolf sanctuary and summer freckles and the desert. I'm in the process of applying for a volunteer position at a birds of prey sanctuary ( Read more... )

I have three jobs now. I know I needed the money, but I'm not sure where my apparent desire to constantly push myself against my limits comes from. For some reason, when I'm completely overwhelmed, I decide to cripple myself further. Oh well, I learned how to make a frappuccino. My students have been great lately though. I do really love working at ( Read more... )

a resurrection of sorts ( Read more... )