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A lofty goal, but not THE lofty goal.
I was browsing my photos from the last 9 months or so and I realized that I dislike the edited ones - at least, the edited versions of my self-portraits. They're dishonest and boring and conformist. Even some of the unedited selfies bore me. They don't look like me. They look like me trying to leap out of my skin and into a totally different ( Read more... ) -
Blank.
I sit down to write and I can't do it, I can't focus, I can't get anything on the page that is worthy of submission for a lofty thing, my pie in the sky, the Mentorship Series. I am not serious enough about writing to make it happen. I can't possibly produce enough work in ten days' time. Not enough to submit an application. No one would take it ( Read more... ) -
Brave Star
As a teenager and even into my college years I was always looking back, back into my childhood, back to what I thought was surely the most pristine, perfect past. Before boobs and bad grades and cigarettes and bullies and starving myself and depression and poor choices and their consequences. And what could bring me back to that sheltered, happy ( Read more... ) -
Righteous in the night.
We giggle about small claims departments. What could it feel like to be one ( Read more... ) -
Calling a spade a change of pace.
The night before I got on a bus to New Mexico, I had sleep paralysis and hallucinations because I was so overtired. I had crazy vivid lucid dreams. I had prophetic dreams. I dreamt the image of spiny, jagged, blocky-looking mountains out of the window of a bus in the cold gray dimness just before dawn ( Read more... ) -
Yelling down a well, again.
https://medium.com/@sarascott/depression-and-being-a-flake-f7829133fe8a
Excerpt from this person's blog: Acceptance is lovely in theory, but it doesn’t address how my behavior affects other people. And I like other people. I want to not suck at ( Read more... ) -
Me n my arrow.
Straight as an arrow... in multiple directions. Ever have those days that just propel you out of your usual haze, your sulky sooty gloom? The possibilities came leaping up at me and I leapt up out of my festering clothes and frolicked with them in the indigo in-between. Everyone looks good in indigo in-between, even blondes. And you know what ( Read more... ) -
FULL MOON ON PROM NIGHT
In case you were entertaining doubts, I just want to remind you that Echo Echo Echo Echo Echo... is the best, sweetest, cutest, most loveable cat that has ever been a cat ( Read more... ) -
Precisely, my dear lunatic.
I, I dig a pony. I remembered to stay awake one second to check up on the moon, I knew it would be in the best of phases, and it is, it is ( Read more... ) -
Berries in my heart bread.
Lemon soy yogurt, Woody Allen movies, biking very very very fast up the hill, that nasty Franklin hill starting at Lyndale and ending at LaSalle, Animal Collective ("Grass"), cuddly kitty-cats, cataplectic stumblings and comical spills, but mostly Animal Collective and lemon soy yogurt ( Read more... )