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kissing with your eyes open
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"You have to go out and do something," she said. "You can't just stand still and hope the universe will work things out around you." -
All the Grinch really wanted was a pony
Since people are being annoying and asking me what I want for Christmakwanzyulakkah, I decided to post a list to make them shut up. I don't expect anyone to get me anything, but if you're completely set on springing a few bucks to make me a little happier this holiday season, I'd be pleased to receive any of the items below ( Read more... ) -
This was not supposed to be a poem
I have a new favorite body part.
That v of skin,
that lovely triangle exposed,
when you've just left
the top three buttons
of your shirt undone.
Douchey actor types are good for something at least. -
Too late to be having these thoughts: "On Rape and Men" by Cereta
I don't like making deep, heavy posts--mostly because of my inability to wrestle my minuscule attention span into submission long enough to form my normally rambling brain vomit into some sort of coherent state.
However.
Tonight I spent a massive amount of time wading through the comments of On rape and men (Oh yes, I'm going there) by cereta--feeling ( Read more... ) -
Goodbye, Hello.
It's a beautiful day. Absolutely nothing needs to be done today, so I'm still sitting here in my summer pj's. A cool breeze is blowing in through the open windows. The kitty is sprawled out asleep on the bed. I've had music going since waking up late (for me anyway) this morning. Last night we sat outside while Audrey played a tiny guitar and later ( Read more... ) -
dinner!
Bean and veggie loaf created using the Magical Loaf Studio, with oven roasted brussels sprouts. I don't really care for burssels sprouts, but these are really good. I think it's the balsamic vinegar.
Tomorrow I want to try making biscuits and gravy <3 -
copper and ashes
I'm afraid of flying
of drowning in my sleep
fearing sand and fire
and being swallowed by the sky
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copper and ashes
bodies crumbling to dust
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The Sea
Stepping into your arms
is like stepping into the Sea
Engulfed by warm waves
rocking in rhythm and motion
The shell of my ear pressed
to the shell of your chest
My body is lulled
by the sound of the ocean