Everyday I walk around absolutely terrified that I will step into quicksand.

The moon is my boyfriend. It saw me to my door to end its briefest night outing. My hands smell like campfire. The moon does not have hands. Maybe.

George tells me everyday that he doesn't believe in coincidence. His voice is timelessly soothing and agreeable but I find myself unable to draw conclusions either way. There are so few things in that I can say begin truly independent of everything else in my life. And so, being dependent and ultimately interconnected, the outcomes of these just ( Read more... )

In case I don't talk to you often enough, AND, maybe, you're wondering how I feel:

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Kinda of like that, mostly.

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quickly i'm heading deeper into a total breakdown so apologies to everyone if I am disappeared for any length of time

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Within a week I begin life from scratch once again. Find solace in eardrum exploding beacon street heartbreak dance 50s jazz singer songs and becoming engulfed into post-copenhagen quantum theories of all applications.

I sometimes think about all the amazing people that have come in and out of my life and despite myself I feel pure joy.

As seems to be the case every year around this time, it seems to be this time of year again. Most things in my life have ended abruptly in the past month or so, so it goes. Currently attempting to focus all my energy on a job search and since I've had several notable friends help me out before (and craiglist isn't panning out terribly well thus far ( Read more... )