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31 write me! a2add05d522f @ gmail

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june poetry book club was crush by richard siken

N's favorite book... i was not present for the reading or the meeting and have not much more to say

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still searching for an equilibrium after a couple weeks feeling as insecure as i have since high school.. it's making me do silly things. need to meditate or sm.. take a long walk, have a hot shower, i should watch a movie later, haven't been able to read a word

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sick of listening to everyone else

sick of my pride

sick of just saying shit just to be nice

sick of this world how do i get by

miles running wild in my headdddd

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most illuminating comment on my piece, someone said that the energy felt contagious, like an energy of discovery

and this was deeply pleasurable to hear bc i hope to fuck it does. i cannot stress enough how much i'm like a kid in a candy shop when i'm on wikipedia, or reading, walking thru my life, and when i get something guud i just wanna show you wanna show you wanna show you i hope that comes thru here

ideal world for me, currency is simply let me share w you what i've learned

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sick of listening to everyone else

sick of my pride

sick of just saying shit just to be nice

sick of this world how do i get by

miles running wild in my headdddd

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2 people in the class called my piece "a banger" and i blushed

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the next story is 700 words on travel and i think i want to write about the life of a butterfly in a butterfly pavilion

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unread, or unanswered? ha…. i have way too many texts i have read but not responded to. i feel like a very bad friend/person.

whatever the number says on the messaging app ahha

i can assure you i am worse, but it's ok! we're trying our best <3

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unread texts rn

0-10

10-50

50-100

100+

Voting ended on14h

tryna see sumn rq

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described myself in class today as "pure blogger"

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Initiation Song from the Finders' Lodge

Please bring strange things. Please come bringing new things. Let very old things come into your hands. Let what you do not know come into your eyes. Let desert sand harden your feet. Let the arch of your feet be the mountains. Let the paths of your fingertips be your maps and the ways you go be the lines on your palms. Let there be deep snow in your inbreathing and your outbreath be the shining of ice. May your mouth contain the shapes of strange words. May you smell food cooking you have not eaten. May the spring of a foreign river be your navel. May your soul be at home where there are no houses. Walk carefully, well loved one, walk mindfully, well loved one, walk fearlessly, well loved one, Return to us, return to us, be always coming home.

-Ursula K leGuin, from Always Coming Home

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late high school / first couple years of college, deeply depressed -- which has never really faded tbh just morphed over time into "so grateful to be aliiiive but alive ain't always living sometimes ngs just survive" -- i kept journals that were exclusively "outside"

meaning no thoughts if i could help it, only things that i observed

did anyone else do this, does anyone do this now?

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mourning, just remembered i gave my dvd of tekkonkinkreet to the tattoo artist that did my frog :'

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