i want to write about something ordinarily magical but i don't quite have the words yet. for anything. but they're there & it's there. i am carrying it like a secret in my pocket. every now & then, i sneak my hand in to reassure myself that it is still there, cool and smooth like spare change.

i am breaking up into pieces, losing limbs in a spray of crumbs when i brush accidentally against the door jamb, the table's edge. i am breaking up into pieces that are drifting out into the air around me & all of the mes are floating away, dissipating like smoke. i am breaking up into pieces & soon i will disappear, or that is how it feels just

hi. what's "navel gazing" mean? can you use it in a sentence please?

( i wouldn't if i were you )

okay seriously what the ef is the purpose of "my lj".
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do you ever try to take a step back from yourself & wonder if you would be your friend if you were not you?

my hangover is a warm sleepiness & a strange ache in the stomach that is not pain but feels as if i am carrying a balloon amid my intestines. it is an unfillable emptiness, an itch i cannot scratch.

my birthday was pleasantly uneventful. twenty-one feels a lot like twenty & i like that.

bindiya got me the dvd of 'ella enchanted' for my birthday.

today, i learned how to fold tee shirts using a clipboard. take that, martha stewart ( Read more... )

dear friends ( Read more... )