February 2011
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butter. BUTTER. BUTTER.
January 2011
Chocolate & Peanut Butter
(are a girl’s best friend).
Maybe the easiest way to describe it is you are a...
“You get what anybody gets—you get a lifetime.”
– Neil Gaiman
something about melancholy guitars and aching...
I think there are things left to be said, though by whom and to whom is anyone’s guess. he said you should have gotten out at the beginning, but I said no don’t start, I know what I’m doing. I know what I’m doing. truth is, never had a clue.
So the power went out and to pass the time I made them dance and through those (our modest wriggles) we managed to turn a (figurative) hailstorm into a happy time and a (literal) thundersnow into something warm&sweatyfun! Don’t forget to dance my friends, whatever you do. Don’t forget.
ohyeahellyeadamnyea asked: Girl! It was nice seeing you today and chatting! We should try to get lunch one day next week or something!
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Total Eclipse of the Heart
(the song that wouldn’t get out of my head no matter what else I listen to).
tryna.
The only good things about housemates not being...
Loudly playing annoying music over and over.
Cleaning in the nude.
Having the tv to myself (even though I never actually take advantage of this).
Cooking in the nude.
Being as naked as possible.
Not closing the door when I go to pee.
I’m naked right now.
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Me: Science needs to hurry itself up and make it possible for me to be in two places at once. Yeesh.
Elise: It will be my SMP.
Got a lot done this morning but the doctor has no idea what could be wrong with my insides. Took SO MUCH BLOOD and hopefully that will give them answers because I really don’t want to constantly be in pain. Can’t imagine how nice it would be to go an entire day without feeling the need to keel over/pass out/lie immobile for a while. It hurts it hurts it hurts and I just want to know...
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conflicted.
I’ve been where I’m supposed to be, at least once or twice now
(but not sure where those places were)
Back to the river.
hickoryrooted:
as my heart heals i am writing less.
it’s always when we hurt the worst that the words come spilling out. the happier we are the less we need to fix ourselves. words like bandages wrapped around our insides to protect from everything we don’t want getting in, till one day it doesn’t matter as much. we learn to be happy as we are again. hearts poised for...
WatchAnd this is how I will dance at every party ever, from here on out.
Spent the last 5 hours baking.
LAST 5 HOURS. How does that even happen?
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