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Because it is late and I am tired.
I wanted to write the Great American Novel. Wanted perfect meter, perfect timing, perfect hair. Wanted to find words to make them cry, laugh, or hurt like me. Wanted to change lives, or at least my own. Wanted to take all the thoughts, the songs, the iambic pentameter, the pretty intangibles, rip them from my heart, and splash them on the page. ( Read more... ) -
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I am sitting in a train that is loitering at the station. I have only just finished devouring a lovely book. And I am feeling equal bits wistful, lonesome, and bold. As I sit here, tip-tip-tapping away the seconds on my phone's tiny virtual keyboard, I'm edging ever so slightly closer to adventure ( Read more... ) -
Yeah, that's right. You heard me.
Fuck me. Fuck you, and the horse you rode in on. Fuck being depressed. Fuck money. Fuck hierarchy. Fuck the rat race. Fuck George W. Fuck my mother. Fuck my material possessions. Fuck gasoline prices. Fuck pollution. Fuck the price of movie tickets. Fuck all of my motherfucking fear. Fuck misogyny. Fuck rules that don’t make sense. Fuck bigotry. ( Read more... ) -
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Bleed the dust from her bone-brittle heart ( Read more... ) -
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Here I sit, in the dark, in a t-shirt stolen from an ex-lover, with a raging headache...
And I can't help but wonder if I'll always be the person I am now. -
Crazy-making wine-induced blogging FTW.
I have so many thoughts, all wrapped up neat and tucked under my arms, and the longer I keep them squirreled away, the harder it is to keep holding them. Rather like deciding you don't need a cart at the grocery store, but not realizing you really did need a cart, and you're holding about four too many items, 'till you're waiting in the queue to ( Read more... ) -
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If there is one thing that Dr. Who has taught me, it's that anytime a dashing man grabs your hand and tells you to run... Do. It. -
I am.
I am the ignorant malcontent. I am the girl no one plays with. I am a child of the revolution. I am a storyteller. I am the seeker of truth. I am the lover of beauty. I am the stargazer. I am Jack's pituitary gland. I am Jill's itchy trigger finger. I am a wanderer. I am the swamp goblin. I am a poet. I am the maiden. I am the mother. I am the ( Read more... )