September 2011
29 posts
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WatchWatch
I want to go to Alaska… right now.
Sep 28th
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Sep 27th
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Sep 26th
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“The real lover is the man who can thrill you by kissing your forehead or smiling...”
– Marilyn Monroe
Sep 26th
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“Whoever wants music instead of noise, joy instead of pleasure, soul instead of...”
– Hermann Hesse
Sep 26th
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Sep 25th
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Sep 24th
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Sep 24th
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Sep 23rd
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I don’t remember the first time we met but when I saw him again I knew his face like the back of my hand. It was something more familiar than a memory but not a tangible thought; it was like having a premonition of someone I already knew but hadn’t met yet. I don’t remember what he said to me but I know that it was sarcastic enough to throw me off balance; my comfort went teetering on the edge of...
Sep 22nd
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Sep 21st
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Sep 20th
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Sep 20th
Sep 20th
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“I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the...”
– If You Forget Me -Pablo Neruda
Sep 20th
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Sep 16th
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Sep 15th
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Sep 13th
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Sep 13th
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Sep 13th
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It just hits me sometimes. I have no understanding of what I am doing with my life and why. It feels like all the hope is being sucked into a black hole I didn’t know I had floated towards. I don’t think I can write, or garden, or drink that feeling away.
Sep 12th
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Sep 11th
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I'm Starting A Garden
I suffer from chronic depression. It’s been 4 years since I dealt with anything out of the ordinary and I haven’t thought about it since it started creeping back up over the past month. I talk about it in my latest blog, Get A Rake. I know that depression affects more than half of our population, I know that I am not the only person out there trying to find some sort reason to keep...
Sep 11th
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Get A Rake
If I had to try to put my finger on the epicenter I would say it started two weeks ago. It wasn’t sudden terror; I wasn’t playing chicken with the train, but like a frog in a pot of water that slowly rolls to a boil, I got caught. I remember being in middle school the first time it happened, one of those commercials for over the counter pills came on the screen of washed out women in grey sweaters...
Sep 9th
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Sep 8th
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Sep 6th
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Sep 6th
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Sep 4th
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First it was turqoise, then white, and then...
Banana Yellow.
Sep 1st
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