February 2012
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toward the end of my very long 43 hour day yesterday, i went to ryan’s basketball game. i got there a little late, but it was okay since it was a surprise. i stood by the men’s locker room so i could say hello at half time and coach dunn let me come in since he was my coach and we’re “”friends”“. it was so funny because all the guys kept looking up at me and coach introduced me and i said ...
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sometimes you remind me of Stephen and I look at you and I’m filled with an overwhelming sadness all over my body. just talking about it I’m sad. I miss him and I lost out and he’s three-hundred miles away and I didn’t move in with him or go to his university and I should have because we really did have something great. I know that I apologized to him but it wasn’t...
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triangulate:
It’s hard because you spend all of your time trying so hard to find things that give you joy when the things that destroy you inside find you on their own, they hear your laugh from miles away like that one twig you didn’t mean to step on in the forest and they swarm around you and breathe down your neck and you think you’ll never smile again. And it’s like, you spend the most...
“I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.”
– Pablo Neruda
sometimes I wish I could punch nostalgia right in the face
xeno
dictionaryofobscuresorrows:
n. the smallest measurable unit of human connection, typically exchanged between passing strangers—a flirtatious glance, a sympathetic nod, a shared laugh about some odd coincidence—moments that are fleeting and random but still contain powerful emotional nutrients that can alleviate the symptoms of feeling alone.
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last night I laid my head down and let Robbie’s voice carry me through more fog than I realized was in my path. it was nice.
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I remember when I was just finishing high school and Phil was just finishing his sophomore year of college before leaving town to do beach week and start his junior year at Kent. he and I sat at the circle table while he read his Poe assignment and I told him about how much I love how dark Poe’s work is and how tfothou is my favorite. he’s a great person to talk to- he always...
i am so terrible at telling people how i feel about them. especially if i like them a lot.
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i know it’s silly, because this is the internet and all, but my other blog feels so meaningless and i feel rather detached from it. this blog feels like home. i can’t explain how that is, but it just is.
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January 2012
28 posts
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