January 2011
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I think it’s interesting, times like these. The start of every year gives heed to reflection upon where you were the year before. The year before the year before I was some kid drawing skinny stick figures wearing the same clothing day in and day out, tugging at nonexistent bones wondering why they wouldn’t poke through. The year before the year before that, I was the go-to for Friday...
Jan 31st
(prose written from a comment i see on fb of...
today beats yesterday if today beat yesterday, it would slap it into the ground if today beat yesterday, the wind would be windy-er and the sky would be more blue. if i was like you, if we were similar, i’d be ugly on the inside just like you. if today beat yesterday, the shining sun would illuminate more if i was like you, i would sit and rest and not reflect but we’re not...
Jan 30th
to all the people from georgia tech that are soon to follow me… plz plz plz don’t show people that you know this blog thing ok! i like to keep it secret for a reason so DONT RUIN THIS PRIVILEGE OK B/C IF U DO I WILL FIND U FIND U FIND FIN FI F .
Jan 29th
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Jan 24th
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i don’t think i’m gonna like real life she tells to me, with her hair swirling in the field and that rogue green wisp of a ribbon strapped on her head somehow keeping her brain intact. i would hate real life too, as shoving myself into states of feeling okay would be long gone so would the trivialities of the nows and the grandeur of the thens. and with real life goes the fake...
Jan 22nd
do you guys remember that weekend in october where...
no??? neither do i technically, but i think it’s happening again.????
Jan 22nd
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Jan 5th
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Well now that my stomach is falling apart I might as well knit.
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Jan 2nd
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maybe just
maybe just maybe you could owe me as we skip rocks across my front yard tearing the blades with sharp descents upon the yellowed, winter grass. maybe just maybe you could owe me from that time where yes really meant no, from that time where you slept on the floor and i woke up and you were hunched in a blanket, so i tiptoed up to my bed and whispered sorry. maybe just maybe you could owe...
Jan 2nd
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