t.s. eliot says that to suffer is to live, and in living we are acting.

i can't decide whether or not i agree.

is living essentially suffering?

i don't know.

what do you think?

recovering from a loss is always two steps forward, one step back i think. you work for every inch. it's a lot like swimming upstream a river.

or at least against the current in one of those lazy-river things. it's possible. just... kind of hard.

and slow, mostly.

just a thought.

one of these days

i am going to a dance

with a fella who wants to touch me.

that will be all.

writing that thing takes a hell of a lot out of me ( Read more... )

it's getting colder here. and i like it... finally some autumn. although i did go swimming yesterday. which i guess means its still kinda summer... but oh well. halloween just around the corner... hope the party happens ( Read more... )

things are okay.

correction: things are "fabulous"

in the words of my father, "what are you, mental?"

oh wait, that doesnt apply here.

but neither does bean juice, and that didnt stop me from saying it. you see, there's a reason for everything.

and mine is foof.

it's rained all weekend.

how terribly poetic.

i hate being melancholy almost enough to try and stop,

but there's something beautiful about it. i'll think i'll let it stay, for a little while.

long enough to let it rain.

constantly lucky? i mean, i try and do my best about 80% of the time. im not bitchy often, but i can bet quite a bitch when i put my mind to it. im not outstandingly religious, or selfless, or charitable. I can be manipulative, materialistic, shallow and cruel ( Read more... )

1. about to go homecoming-dress-shopping
2. absurdly optomistic
3. convinced that everything is gonna be alright

love, hope, and quiet pain: my favorite 7-letter words.