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Leslie
Time has passed, but many things are still the same. I used to write long silly posts here, trying to deliver all kinds of supposedly complicated thoughts that needed to be said in certain situations to a certain someone, and like anything done in the past, they look silly now. They already did long ago. Most of them are hidden now. But a lot has ( Read more... ) -
Writer's Block: Six-Word Story
I missed your mom, I'm sorry.
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The Greenhouse
The Greenhouse
My morning is here again, a new clean page is begging to be chosen
Trough disorientation I choose to know this is reality
I groan what have I done, my life has been sucked into fantasies
I wake up alone, in my greenhouse, the way I always have
This is where my life is, this you can trust, it’s dangerous outside, I risk my rest
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In previous posts I talked about two things that are critically connected. The questioning of every enjoyable action being what it is only because it is about seeming impressive to others, and getting out to freedom. It may feel like the latter came much earlier, but no. The very essence of this freedom that I talked about is the realization that ( Read more... ) -
Writer's Block: Where your memories began.
My mom coming with our green car to pick me up from pre-k. We had a brown car though. And I don't even know if it was exactly like I remember. (wait, was it the other way around? green... no).
But since then I've had memory that works, unlike everyone else. People sometimes think I have a fenomenal memory, maybe I do, but it's usually when they just ( Read more... ) -
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Of course I can’t leave this post this way, there is a point which I think a lot about. All those clichés, “white lies for being happy”, “go outside, see some day light and people” mm… what else…”eat something”… I better not start, I’ll miss the significant things. There are lots of true things, all those things are true. But they have always been ( Read more... ) -
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What an evening… it’s cooler outside, summer is giving a break, we’re walking around Ramat Rabibin, I don’t know why but everything feels alright, the view is great… oh wow… and the view is not bad either, if you know what I mean. What is it, America?... what’s going on here suddenly, is it the air? Or maybe it’s the B12. No, they really are pretty ( Read more... ) -
Indirectly
I am better understood when I am not saying anything, there’s so much to say that usually I would always realize it’s better to just answer what you’re asked about, otherwise how do you choose, otherwise it might be implied that I care specifically about it, or not implied that I know much more that just that. That’s partly why I’ve always liked ( Read more... ) -
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Sighs, ok, this is going to be a rough post, but I think I know what I’m doing and why I’m doing this. The main reason why it can be done is because of my blue journal and her green one, although basically nothing to do with it, I say this just because, I really am and have been writing to my journal in a way, it’s different than writing ( Read more... ) -
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This is my journal, isn’t it, I can talk about whatever I want, good.
Even when she’s not being technically “vegan” at the moment god forbid, she takes out bugs not wanting to kill them, she likes and plays the good kind of music, on any instrument I think, and she’s going off to college this week to study in the same… field.. she keeps being basic ( Read more... )