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“Don’t bend; don’t water it down; don’t try to make it logical; don’t edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly.”
— Franz Kafka

Recent visuals I'm into.

xxo

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“And I said, ‘I feel so lonely’, and he said ‘Lie down and tell me about it.’”
— Anne Carson, The Anthropology of Water

It's hard to say goodbye to summer. There are some visuals and sounds to hold onto.

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“We forget all too soon the things we thought we could never forget. We forget the loves and the betrayals alike, forget what we whispered and what we screamed, forget who we were.”
— Joan Didion, Slouching Towards Bethlehem

It's been months since I've had a working computer. Feels good to have access to my vision boards again.

Xxxxo

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“There are other words and other worlds…You have taught me that.”
— Ruth Ozeki, A Tale for the Time Being

My website launched 1 year ago! I have so much fun with it as a form of self-expression and an outlet for creativity. I thought it would be fun to take a look back at some of my favorite blog posts! From poems I wrote, to trips taken, to crazy stories (member that girl who stalked my every move for 7 months?), let's take a look back at a few entries out of the 75 in the past year!

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So many more I wanted to post. What are some of your favorites?

XXXOOOO

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“The world will ask you who you are, and if you don’t know, the world will tell you.”
— Carl Jung

Thinking about you is violent.
It’s never just hips.
It’s hips crashing like helmet-less bicycle wrecks,
head over handlebars,
hands all scraped up.
Nails full of dirt and spit and you.
Even your voice is this jarring thing,
this pleasant shake-down,
this sore so good, so goddamn good.
Like a bad-tooth hurt.
I think of you and want to put my fingers
in my mouth.
I want to pull my own hair.
I want smoke and blood.

Trista Mateer

 

Am I lonely?
Sure. Like anybody
who has sat by themselves during
their hardest moments is.
The feeling of being completely
alone does not leave you-
even when you’re assured that
you have people to rely on. 
I am trying to learn my Lonely.
I foster it. So that it does not
eat me up. It is a piece of me that
has never
strayed.

You Don’t Unlearn It Immediately, Lora Mathis

 

later that night
i held an atlas in my lap
ran my fingers across the whole world
and whispered
where does it hurt?

it answered
everywhere
everywhere
everywhere.

Warsan Shire