It’s cold outside. Wind and grey skies. It seeps in, through the cracks around the door, through the single-paned windows. It gathers in the corners, the same way darkness does. And you shut it out. Close your curtains, lock your doors. Pull the blankets in around you, sip your coffee inhale your coffee.

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I absolutely adore my puppy.
We tend to have such fun. <3


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So, I just ran across something I wrote when I was sixteen.  I thought it was so pretty, such a happy, delicate little thought, back then.  Now it's closer to reality than I dreamed.

I want to grow my hair out long. I want to wear pretty dresses that flow outwards when I twirl. I want to have a tea party.

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There’s something piercing, driving, distracting, probing, insisting. It’s pressing outward, shoving at the cocoon-like shell, begging to be let out, struggling toward freedom, yearning to spill out onto paper and suddenly exist. Existence, bright and beautiful. Stark ans shining. Brilliant

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So. I've been making my bedroom pretty today *smiles*
My father switched out the light fixture for a fan for me yesterday (for which I am ever so grateful), and today I could finally put up my mosquito-netting and twinkle-light trellis headboard-like contraption that I put together. :) See?


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Hm. Once again, it seems, I'm finding myself unable to coincide with that thing they call 'sleep'.  And so I thought to post here.

Donnie and I went over to Maple Hill Cemetery this weekend to walk around and take some pictures and such.  I didn't really get a lot of good shots, the sun was rather bright and garish.  Here is one, though:


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Well. Yesterday afternoon, my roommate Christina, her friend Ashley, and I gathered in her bedroom discussing such things as literature and the odd characters whom we know and the antics of those male creatures and all sorts of other interesting topics.  And at the end of it all, we settled into creating "collaborative poetry," going around the ( Read more... )

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In  the dilapidated, chaotic desk drawer of memories that is, quite assuredly, my sense of time, it seems that only a minute or two has passed, or perhaps six or seven months; it's hard to be sure.  At any rate, my desk drawers have become quite a bit more cluttered, and my memories a little more chaotic, in the moments (or decades) since.  And yet ( Read more... )

So it was my birthday this weekend.
And they gave me quite the lovely party...
I wore a tiara all day.
And there was strawberry pie, and friends, and fun.


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