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Now that I have a Livejournal app on my phone maybe I'll use it again. Probably not, but maybe.
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I just opened up my computer and noticed an unfamiliar icon on the desktop that was named "vonnegut on love". I opened it up and found this disembodied quote, "A purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it ( Read more... ) -
I pray to the birds.
"I pray to the birds because I believe they will carry the messages of my heart upward. I pray to them because I believe in their existence, the way their songs begin and end each day-- the invocations and benedictions of Earth. I pray to the birds because they remind me of what I love rather than what I fear. And at the end of my prayers, they ( Read more... ) -
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I've been awake since 6:00am. My insane, over-toed cat demanded that I wake up that early, but refuses to give me a reason why. She does it every morning. Usually I'm able to shoo her away and go back to sleep, but not today. I'm up, I've made coffee, I'm starting my day. What I've realized is that I really do love the mornings I just don't love ( Read more... ) -
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Remember when the History Channel first premiered and they programs it scheduled were interesting documentaries about history? Now all that seems to be on the History Channel are "documentaries" about the end of the world and aliens. I've spent the last thirty minutes of my life yelling at the TV that humankind is more then capable of building ( Read more... ) -
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"Occasionally, when Ammu listened to songs that she loved on the radio, something stirred inside her. A liquid ache spread under her skin, and she walked out of the world like a witch, to a better, happier place. On days like this there was something restless and untamed about her. As though she had temporarily set aside the morality of motherhood ( Read more... ) -
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"The only dream worth having is to dream that you will live while you are alive, and die only when you are dead. To love, to be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and vulgar disparity of the life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify ( Read more... ) -
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I keep meaning to write in here. I do really miss it. At the moment I'm too tired to say or do much more then whine about how I miss writing in a blog that requires actual substance. That doesn't seem very productive or worthwhile.
