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Honesty Project: What's Your Addiction?

Honesty Project: What’s Your Addiction?

Prompt: Do you have any addictions or obsessions? Maybe you’re a fangirl or an obsessive shopper? I always like to think that I don’t have an addiction or obsession. But, when I really think about it I do. They’re just not something you’d typically think of as an obsession or an addiction though. (more…)

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Honesty Project: Influential Person

Honesty Project: Influential Person

Prompt: Many people say the most influential persons in their lives are their parents. That’s just too predictable. What unexpected individual has had a significant affect on how your life is headed today? It’s hard to say who is an unexpected influential person in my life is. I’ve definitely been influenced by many people you would expect to influence someone: my siblings, my parents, my…

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In school we were asked whether we believed in nature, nurture, or a combination of the two. When I read my answer aloud - I believe we pick up the tendencies we don't want more than the ones we do - my teacher said I had no respect for my elders. Years later I still believe this - that I can't name every artist like my mother, can't tell one type of flower from another, could never offer them life the way she does anyway, can't tell you why, in those phonecalls after chemo, she was always the one filling the line with laughter. I can tell you the rhythm my father taps into the steering wheel no matter what song plays, that my toes pick up that same rhythm on nights like these when I can't sleep. I can tell you the words of his I don't keep - I want you to be sure of your future - and the ones I store in my pockets like I've just cracked a fortune cookie - Maybe it will have a use someday. I surround myself with objects that haven't filled a purpose in years, glasses that cut my mouth with their chips, as if I'm attempting to build a shrine to ancestry. My mother has a talent for parting with things that neither of us ever seemed to pick up. My father doesn't believe in much, but I still believe in cycles. I believe in days and seasons and generations, and I believe we will create and destroy until we love what we've made. Everyone did always tell me I inherited my mother's hands.

"DNA"

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I wonder if you remember the time I mistook you for the lunar cycle.

Things appear different in moonlight, you'd said to me, and when I turned, the trees were too thick for light to touch  anything but you. I could have sworn I heard moths flying home to you.

I know I called you cruel for the way you enjoyed watching things burn, but God, what I wouldn't do to go back to that night you and I so carelessly lost the moon.

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luxury.

new socks make everything better.

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sounds like it'll be better in the long run.

she texted me. i'm so excited. i feel like a little kid. all i really want to do is hold her hand. (that last part is kind of a lie--but holding hands is my favorite thing to do.)

i've been working on a project with this girl for a few months. our meetings are always over coffee and after the first one we stopped talking about the project and just talk about anything that isn't our project. you couldn't call them dates, but i'd like to think they were or are or that she might think of them that way too. 

even though they aren't.

i asked her out before we went home for the holidays and she said she was booked solid. but she did open it up to hanging out when we returned.

she frustrates me in the best way possible.

i have too many feelings for her. i have too many feelings. i can't wait to see her. i can't wait for anything. i feel good about this. i feel good.

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5. What was the biggest lie you ever told? Did anyone find out? Did you benefit from it?

"I wasn't actually going to do anything about it. I write out my feelings in this journal and rip out the pages when I don't feel them anymore. i wasn't ever suicidal - I just was in the moment and writing, I wasn't going to do it. I never intended to do it." That one day could have changed my entire life, but I lied to not have to stay at River Valley.

Nope. To this day, everyone believes me that I wasn't on the verge of suicide. If I hadn't stolen my iPod back and listened to music that night to try and put myself to sleep, I wouldn't have seen the next day or I'd be a missing child.

NO  NO  NO. I should have been inpatient-ed. I would have higher self confidence and maybe I would have gotten medication for whatever it is I have underneath all this.

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What’s the story of your website? How would you feel if it was deleted tomorrow?

well, i had a best friend named Pierson and he said "omg make a tumblr' so i did. now I have a tumblr.

I'd crey. srsly.