February 2012
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To Phil:
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“It was falling, too, upon every part of the lonely churchyard on the hill where Michael Furey lay buried. It lay thickly drifted on the crooked crosses and headstones, on the spears of the little gate, on the barren thorns. His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.” ...
January 2012
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December 2011
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Detroit in ruins
This makes me so sad. The ballroom of the Lee Plaza hotel.
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I love Christmas....
And this is freakin awesome.
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“You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place. Like you’ll not...”
– Azar Nafisi
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By A Swimming Pool Outside Syracusa
All afternoon I have been struggling to communicate in Italian with Roberto and Giuseppe, who have begun to resemble the two male characters in my Italian for Beginners, the ones who are always shopping or inquiring about the times of trains, and now I can hardly speak or write English. -Billy Collins
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Endless Love
“There is no orchestra, no audience; it is an empty theater in the middle of the night and all the clocks in the world are ticking. And now for this last time, I don’t mind, or even ask if it is madness: I see your face, I see you, you; I see you in every seat.”
November 2011
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For all the random and lovely people who follow...
Sorry for the lack of updates. Work is killin me this month. :(
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T minus 1 day until the Christmas season :)
Cupcakes from our house’s Christmas party in college! Pretty sure I made the one with the dumb mouth and the arms flailing around….lol. (I don’t remember who took this picture! love-the-fool? sweet-thursday?)
“But when a saga popular with pre-adolescent girls peaks romantically on a night...”
– NPR’s Linda Holmes reviews Twilight Breaking Dawn, Pt. 1 (via diandrabird)
“But romanticizing an intimate relationship that leaves bruises and scars is a particularly terrible idea in a film aimed at girls. Talking about this is tiresome, but then so is putting it in the movie. From depicting the...
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My Night
Worked 9 a.m. to 10 p.m., then cleaned the apartment for an hour…..so ridiculously thankful for strawberries, whipped cream, and a good book.
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Okay, winter is pretty nice. :)
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“Even in literature and art, no man who bothers about originality will ever be...”
– C. S. Lewis
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I think I’m in the wrong mindset. I should be getting excited for mugs of hot chocolate, toasty fireplaces, and cute mittens (which I still have to buy). But I saw this picture and suddenly wanted to play badminton with my sister, jump in the backyard pool, and then pick fresh raspberries to eat with our grilled chicken shish-kabob dinner. Awww man.
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“‘I am simply mad about—’ But the sentence was left unfinished for the hush was...”
– Carson McCullers, The Member of the Wedding (via the-final-sentence)
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Dust
Someone spoke to me last night, told me the truth. Just a few words, but I recognized it. I knew I should make myself get up, write it down, but it was late, and I was exhausted from working all day in the garden, moving rocks. Now, I remember only the flavor— not like food, sweet or sharp. More like a fine powder, like dust. And I wasn’t elated or frightened, but simply rapt, aware....
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“And she finds it difficult to believe—that a person would love her even...”
– Margaret Atwood
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In November
Outside the house the wind is howling and the trees are creaking horribly. This is an old story with its old beginning, as I lay me down to sleep. But when I wake up, sunlight has taken over the room. You have already made the coffee and the radio brings us music from a confident age. In the paper bad news is set in distant places. Whatever was bound to happen in my story did not happen. But I...
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In youth, because I could not be a singer, I did not even try to write a song. I set no little trees along the roadside, Because I knew their growth would take so long. But now from wisdom that the years have brought me I know that it may be a blessed thing To plant a tree for someone else to water Or make a song for someone else to sing.
October 2011
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mewithoutYou
Song of Songs 2:15
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Hey Soul Sister, I’m Yours! This mashup...
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and O that awful deepdown torrent O and the sea the sea crimson sometimes like fire and the glorious sunsets and the figtrees in the Alameda gardens yes and all the queer little streets and pink and blue and yellow houses and the rosegardens and the jessamine and geraniums and cactuses and Gibraltar as a girl where I was a Flower of the mountain yes when I put the rose in my hair like the...
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W. H. Auden
In Breughel’s Icarus, for instance: how everything turns away Quite leisurely from the disaster; the plowman may Have heard the splash, the forsaken cry, But for him it was not an important failure; the sun shone As it had to on the white legs disappearing into the green Water; and the expensive delicate ship that must have seen Something amazing, a boy falling out of the sky, Had somewhere to get...
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I hate self-doubt.
One of the most difficult things I’m trying to learn is how to accept a compliment.
Much easier said than done.
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I sit at the foot of my bed, painting my walls with what seems beautiful—
stroke after stroke of thick acrylic paint red, orange, blue, green, purple, swirling like the night sky through lonely eyes. We’ve all been homesick at one time or another for somewhere we’ve never been.
Papers line the floor— bills, chain letters, a postcard from Italy with flower boxes and...
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I'm going home
to see my father at the fireplace and my mother fixing tea and at the table, there’s a place for me.
