Hello. I adore everything you've posted in jr__nal, there's an effortless beauty and simplicity in you're journal that I think speaks volumes. I'm going to add you to my friend's list because you intruige me. To make this interesting, here's a picture I painted this day last year. la la la.
your work makes me want to be more productive. it’s beautiful.
here, a snipet: i forego sleep to stave off this terrifying bloat: work swelled and the night tightened around it, staid. the sun is shrinking to mere minutes; no room to slip here. darkness when i awake and depart, darkness when i return. so, i hold myself to this night. the route is quick. no pause to stumble. the lone waking hours were always mine, though i’d forgotten. hold, here: what traffic? what siren? the empty scrape of leaves. just remember, the night has no grip. we keep our bearings by daylight.
the great machine of city morning purrs long before pink encroaches on the horizon. the line of tail lights is dreary. my lids are heavy. hold. hold. my tongue has been slow tonight.
love is a place & through this place of love move (with brightness of peace) all places
yes is a world & in this world of yes live (skilfully curled) all worlds
-e.e. cummings.
i love e.e.cummings. my name is nicole. i found your journal from the journal community. i added you because you inspire me to write in my own journal and make art more.
i don't know what to say, i think i shouldn't but i am i, like ivan, small and i am peter pan, will be a photographer and a poet, and currently have found the secrets of vanilla tea and dadaism, and that's how i am.
i have a biology test tomorrow, i am scared, my grandmother died yesterday and i'm not really used to the thought, but i am moving away, soon, to a different high school, and i throw up and i cry sometimes but i think positively.
my grandfather died almost four years ago. and i am still not really use to the thought, i moved in high school also, my sophmore year i moved to ny. i curled up in the bathroom and cried so hard i thought i would throw up. alot of the time i wish i could say things in a better way too.
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it should work :/
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it’s beautiful.
here, a snipet:
i forego sleep to stave off this terrifying bloat: work swelled and the night tightened around it, staid. the sun is shrinking to mere minutes; no room to slip here. darkness when i awake and depart, darkness when i return. so, i hold myself to this night. the route is quick. no pause to stumble. the lone waking hours were always mine, though i’d forgotten. hold, here: what traffic? what siren? the empty scrape of leaves. just remember, the night has no grip. we keep our bearings by daylight.
the great machine of city morning purrs long before pink encroaches on the horizon. the line of tail lights is dreary. my lids are heavy. hold. hold. my tongue has been slow tonight.
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& through this place of
love move
(with brightness of peace)
all places
yes is a world
& in this world of
yes live
(skilfully curled)
all worlds
-e.e. cummings.
i love e.e.cummings.
my name is nicole.
i found your journal from the journal community.
i added you because you inspire me to write in my own journal and make art more.
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i have a biology test tomorrow, i am scared, my grandmother died yesterday and i'm not really used to the thought, but i am moving away, soon, to a different high school, and i throw up and i cry sometimes but i think positively.
i wish i could say things in a better way.
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