#oldjournal

[canadaalbin]

You unlocked the gate to a place inside myself I never knew existed I’d like to take you there And I’d like to explore the furthest corners of your mind To discover the things you never knew how to say My hands Selfishly want to touch every inch of who you are To trace the veins in your arms And feel the life I see in you My everything, wants your everything I’ll never remember the conversation with my friends- About love and how they told me to run But i’ll always remember the late night drives to your apartment And when we got there how you’d hold me in comfortable silence I can’t always remember what captivates you most But I will kiss you again and again to remind myself.

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[see--more--glass]

Reworking old journal entries w homemade (shitty, modded w agar) oak gall and acorn cap ink

No brushes in the childhood home, only a wooden skewer. We made it work

[hier-butmostlytheir]

[jeremiahtrent]

I'm Sorry #oldjournals

I’m Sorry #oldjournals

Dear God, where did all the questions go. Was eight hundred miles, two months outside, enough. Couldn’t be. I still feel small. Proud. I argue. Too loud. Some part of me must still be in darkness. I thought enlightenment was different than this.

I need the confidence of my own conclusions. I need to stop saying I’m sorry so much. When I’m not.

I have been on the mountaintop. And you suffer there.…

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[50-year-old-diary-uk]

60's UK Diary

sixties UK Diary

Recently discovered 50 year old diary of a Woking kid in the 60’s Tuesday 20th February 1968

After I got up and had my breakfast, I went up the green to see if Tanks would come up ‘Benny’s’ to have our hair cuts. Ian Hollis came as well. All our hair cuts were OK, it was freezing going and coming back though.

Linda went over the Oasis cafe to have her dinner, as I didn’t want to go by…

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[50-year-old-diary-uk]

Memory Lane

Saturday 17th January 1968

This morning Chris and Tanks woke me up when they came to knock for me. They played football while I had my breakfast and that. Then we all went to Woking.

Tanks wanted to get a blue tie for Morris’s 21st birthday (he’s a friend of their family).

After that we came home, I had my dinner and went back to Woking to do my job. While on my job I saw a girl I used…

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[dearagony15]

I was opening my old journal and found this old stuff I had written around 2016-2017. -- Path. © Vivian Lin #writing #oldjournal #oldjourney #writer #writersoutlet #writersofwritersoutlet #letitbewritten #writersofinstagram #writingclub #writer #journaling #poet #poetry #relationship #lovelife #poetizer_official #poetizer #poetizerpoet #poemofig #poemoftheday #poetryporn #wordporn https://www.instagram.com/p/BzkgcruloMA/?igshid=18sdagogbi0i3

[wanderingaffect]

“Best to just be a spinster who curates and makes art. I’ll be a (be)loved and lovable spinster who lives with fifty cats.” - December 2012; not much has changed for me ideologically (or romantically)... Ps: @chrisvert not sure what all that is about you having a tail 🤷🏻‍♀️#fiftycats #spinsterforlife #singlecuratorlookingforcat #oldjournal #somethingsneverchange https://www.instagram.com/p/Bu3i0QaBteX/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1akx4u9koys00