mostly friends only:

if you don't comment to let me know I will not add you. Stop being so god damn rude.


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I'm removing everyone from this journal in a few days because I'm never coming back here. If anyone wants to be kept on here (if you can't stand not to be able to read a particular entry (ugh. I hate myself for this. I know how it sounds)) drop a comment to this post (all comments are screened because I feel like enough of a self-aggrandising ( Read more... )

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I was going to wait until the end of the month, but I couldn't sleep last night and decided to spend my valuable time making my new journal a habitable place.

bonemuseumadd me there, or don't ( Read more... )

saying that the heart is like _______ is the greatest compliment of all, because a heart separated from the things it loves (even the shapeless, every day looking things, hearts like boiled beans, can be hopeful and uncompromising in how beautiful, how beatific, how everything) is not a heart ( Read more... )

Last night when I was deleting some old school work and useless files from my computer I somehow slipped up and deleted the folder with all of my writing in it. ALL of my writing. I didn't even notice until just a few minutes ago when I was looking for the word document with all the quotes I had found over the years and I realised that my desktop ( Read more... )

mama, you've been on my mind

all flowers in time

I want someone badly

last goodbye

forget her

I shall be released

opened once

for crista: lover, you should've come over (live at sin-e)

17th November, 1966 - 29th May, 1997

the memory throws up high and dry
A crowd of twisted things;
A twisted branch upon the beach
Eaten smooth, and polished
As if the world gave up
The secret of its skeleton,
Stiff and white.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the strength has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.

- - from Rhapsody on a Windy ( Read more... )

so maybe it seems like I'm following Kelli out. That's because I am. I have too much work to do that never gets done as well as it should, too many notes to make and remake and learn, too many people to say goodbye to (too soon) and too many Important Decisions.

Add that to the fact that I feel not-quite-right about the things I have been saying ( Read more... )

The way a shaft of light could be anything, and it is only in reaching out to touch the surface it is caught on that you find out. The way I know the sound of footsteps on our thirteen stairs and who each sound belongs to. The way I can hear my little brother’s soft sleep breathing anywhere in the house, and the way it comforts me. The way my ( Read more... )