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if you would like to be friends...
I am going to change my journal to friends-only.
Please look at my interests so that you can see whether or not you are really interested in being friends.
Also, please comment before adding me!
Thank you!
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"you are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars"
I found this in a book I was reading this morning. It was written in the 1920s by Max Ehrmann. It is called Desiderata.
Go placidly amid the noise and the haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible, without surrender,
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
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tired and sleepy, so will keep it short, yes?
God, I really need to go to bed.
It is one o'clock, and I have just spent two hours sitting in the dark, surfing the internet.
I am determined to make myself get up by seven at the latest tomorrow morning. Sorry, it's actually today. This morning.
Five hours sleep - I'm going to look ghastly, I know, but I need to start doing exercise in the ( Read more... ) -
evening, a mackerel sky
I am writing this sitting at my table, and looking out at the sky. It is evening; 18:57.
From where I am sitting, the sun has set, gone down behind the roof of the building outside my window, on the other side of the wall. There are small clouds pressed in flat scales against the darkening blue; a mackerel sky.
I can hear footsteps on the fake ( Read more... ) -
tread softly because you tread on my dreams
I was a passenger in a van, driving down through Scotland
by Loch Lomond, and we were driving, the lake on the left, and a forest on the right
the sun was shinning, sweet, through the trees,
dappled shade on the road, everything, green, sun, yellow, shade,
and the light playing in the trees
and the water, so cool and deep, deep down, and
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stream
I speak
but I can't tell you what I mean
why?
why can't I speak my thoughts
as I hear them in my head,
as I
mean them
why should I care what people think?
I don't, do I?
yet, I do
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exquisite raymonda
A dancer I recently dicovered; Dorothée Gilbert, danseuse étoile of the Paris Opéra Ballet.
Her lines and arms are beautiful! <3<3
Below, dancing in Raymonda:
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I will howl in a deep lagoon for your green glass beads, I love them so
Nymph, nymph, what are your beads?
Green glass, goblin. Why do you stare at them?
Give them me.
No.
Give them me. Give them me.
No.
Then I will howl all night in the reeds,
Lie in the mud and howl for them.
Goblin, why do you love them so?
They are better than stars or water,
Better than voices of winds that sing,
Better than any man ( Read more... )
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