December 2011
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“I bet Atlantis has wi-fi.”
– (via overheardatslc)
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Sorry Shireen and Nico guess there's no cure →
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Favorite Movie! dangerousjobsforgirls: How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot? The world forgetting, by the world forgot. Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind. Each prayer accepted, and each wish resigned.
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“I feel like when I get a cat it’s gonna be a bizarrely egalitarian relationship....”
– (via overheardatslc)
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Exploration with metaphor
The Motivation inside me… Is a Lazy Susan Its revolution momentarily impeded- By everything else- On the kitchen counter. The recipe calls for another three layers of icing It remains stuck there A naked dessert.
Dec 9th
The Well
I put myself down here Repelled down a reluctant vine That snapped when the black water lapped at my unshaven legs They forgot to add ledges so I could climb out There’s plenty of moss growing on the dank stones At the bottom of a well anyone can feel it Pin Pricks at the back of your neck I’m in a dark movie theater And I want someone’s shoulder to lay my head on Cinder Block Shoes And I’m...
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My Don actually liked some of my poetry this week
Here’s one that was supposed to be a metaphor for our home its called 111 Pistachio Avenue “Two stories of repetitive stucco Its only uniqueness is the wooden porch swing I used to try to catapult myself to the clouds Back inside the façade I’d stare out the one ply windows that rattled during nightly diatribes- Suffocating like a too tight sweater around my neck The walls, the...
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