The Certainty of Uncertainties.

From someone who couldn't possibly know better, who can't keep time, or keep up with them for that matter. I have exceeded the age requirement for a trip on the bandwagon and I was never very convincing on a bicycle.

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How many good dresses is too many good dresses? My lack of restraint is becoming shameful, ludicrous even.

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Spring is here. I see it in the lights that dance in the corners of sight. It makes me hopeful. Winter was just starting to feel cold. Leaving is starting to seem tangible. I am taking mental pictures. I have the champagne-fuzzy faces of Tara Ingram and Lily Bartkevicius imprinted on my brain in preparation for the days that home feels far away. This must be as close as living. I think I'm getting older. There is a comfort in being settled and something settling about being comfortable. We won't throw ourselves in front of cars but life feels full and I think anything might be possible.

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Bring back summer.

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And I just kept thinking 'well you're both wearing glasses...'

We always put ourselves in circles. We are sharing, we are taking turns.

'I am writing lists' I told them. 'I am writing them down so the words stick and then there is room in my head' 'I am surrounding myself,' I told them. 'I am enveloping myself, I am indulging in people who are good to me'.

We are nodding, we pretend to listen while we wait for our turn, while we mentally compose that chorus of words.

'I play golf' he told us and I looked around, as though to say 'who is this guy?!', just in case anyone else was wondering the same thing.

We are offering parts of ourselves, we are dissecting thoughts to share. We are being honest and one man is playing golf. It's all in the circle, I suppose. What an encouraging shape.

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teachingliteracy:

by Jordan Kady

Ideal. 

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oldstone:

the awkward perfect moment where you get kicked out of your performance at a gay bar for being underage and play on the street. 

One day soon, I will whistle like Laura Marling.

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Drunken Sentiments

You are so far away, when you are not precisely here. And when I can not take you by the shoulders and look up into your face, the dimensions of you escape me. And those are but other peoples words , until a time when I can see them leaving your lips, and can hear them in all their sincerity and can feel that they are yours. For you are so far away, except when you are exactly here. And your love, it disappears, unless i am enveloped and encompassed and consumed by it. And I wonder if this bed has always been so cold, if perhaps you are just keeping me warm inside by filling a place in my mind. In your truancy, I do not remember the colour of your eyes or if I ever really see them when you are around.

For you are so far away, when you are not precisely here. And in the empty of your absence, I am not sure that you are real.

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cat--jones--says:

Canberra Balloon Festival, Australian Capital Territory

  There's hope yet.