Scars and Hearts or maybe Hearts and Scars

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Painting again.

Ok, so I’ve always done all kinds of things, writing sculpting some painting, but I have yet to actually dedicate the time to picking one fo these things to throw all of my being into. I was what you call… Continue Reading →

Can you can you can you—-

I was thinking today about stories and such, and I was contemplating the possibility over falling in love with someone through their words. Now for all intents and purposes, words are not what the sole device that people would be… Continue Reading →

Torrential downpours–

In mind and thought process. I am trying to figure out the best discourse for my life over the next few years. For all intents and purposes, I figured I would move back to Mass to live with my friend,… Continue Reading →

Stupid*Star*, that’s what you are.

So I made a mistake I knew I was capable of making last night, but I want to kick the ever-living *(%$ out of myself because I am smarter than that…I am the girl who always makes sure the pot… Continue Reading →

the good stuff, or something

I have been thinking a lot lately about relationships, what defines them, and what makes good ones, and I have come to a few comfortable places in my head I had no ability to previous to actually putting effort into… Continue Reading →

Tigerfishing in the River of Proverbial Baloney

So everything is still normal, nothing has fallen down or ripped itself apart in my presence, so I feel accomplished. J and I did a little reorganization and cleaning of my humble abode. I talked with him about new paint… Continue Reading →

Today We Are the Living Cadaver of Yesterday’s Lost Life

Oooohhhh. I molest this phrase with exceeding frequency, in my mind. I can’t believe how powerful music can be to me sometimes; and mostly when I turn a deaf ear to all sounds. Except the city whipping by me at… Continue Reading →

oh yes. you see that.

so I logged into that crush thing to see who had/has a crush on me. And that is 6 people. huh. I figured my shit wasn’t too well read, though. I have been inspired by a book by Fernando Pessoa,… Continue Reading →

How it feels..to be something on….

Do you ever think you’re the only one that gets it, the only one who has real eyes to see, the only one who can feel the hurt that burn and cuts like a knife? I think most people are… Continue Reading →

Sneezy Sundays

So I decided to stop writing those pathetic little give-ins anywhere anymore. Things have a way of manifesting when you put all of your thoughts and energies into them. So I have decided not to give in to the obvious… Continue Reading →

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