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off-brand dinosaur food cereal
Today is a lot like all of the other days in my life.
Checking Facebook. Eating cereal. Wondering how I can change myself to make the people in my life love me.
I've already had three bowls of Chocolate Dino-Bites if that tells you anything about how this day is going.
I always become excessively contemplative & whiny towards the end of the semester ( Read more... ) -
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One day I will post more than once a month ( Read more... ) -
i still don't know where i am.
I've been up here for a few weeks now and loneliness has been settling like the too-large gallon of milk sitting in my refrigerator ( Read more... ) -
i am a sap. like on a tree or something.
i woke up this morning to a curtain-cracked sun through the holes of a keyboard.
i missed the sunrise for, i'm sure, the millionth time in my life.
but i saw it when it counted. in the arms of someone i care about.
it was a breath-taking hot orange sunrise.
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I've always believed that if I was following God's plan for my life-career, that I would never doubt, and I would always be a thousand percent confident, excited, and overjoyed ( Read more... ) -
I wish I was a Pikey.
I can never get enough of Brad Pitt. He is the most cliche sexy man & watching him take off his shirt and speak in a Pikey accent for an hour and a half was the equivalent to eating Mrs. W's rice pudding, which, according to her, tastes better than sex.
my routine is something like count chocula cereal, thinking i have enough time to get ready, not ( Read more... ) -
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I have a heavy heart at night. Typically, this is the only time I get to write, and it's after days of structure, demands, exploding pens, missing Boy, spilled diet cokes, and not-enough-appointments-today-Danielle.
i'm a happy person. i think i'm just cranky at night.
i'll start writing in the morning-time.
I want abs like his --->
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I don't have a little anecdote from the past few days, but I have been working hard attending interviews & working, & I think that counts for something ( Read more... ) -
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Sometimes when I write, I turn into an emo kid with long, black, greasy hair in my eyes listening to The Devil Wears Prada & Gojira.
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Graduation day. The last few weeks of college.
They came and went so quickly with the brevity of a summer rainstorm.
The panic attacks set in once more as glimpses of college memories
and the blackness of an unknown future jet across swollen-from-crying hazel eyes.
Summer is here.
It doesn't feel like summer this time.
I don't feel safe anymore.