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I will heal with these hands.
I will comfort with these words.
I will love with this heart.

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Happy low-key Monday.

Do something that makes you happy today.
Something that stirs your soul.
Spring is a time for growth.
So take the time to do something for yourself.
Even if it only lasts a minute, a second.
You deserve it.

And I built a home, for you, for me
Until you disappeared, from me, from you


go and run

why baby, lie, when you know i only want to love you.

let me into your world and see what we could be.

holding back is only going to hurt you, hurt me.

what’s love without some sacrifice?

’cause all we know is this is just a fight,

a fight for some light at the end of the tunnel.

jump in and take a ride with me.

i don’t know where i’m going but that’s just life.

(3.10.10)

Vegetarian Trader Joe’s Lasagna is the shit.
Off to get some much needed coffee.
On the upside, bless the lawd for Claritin-D.
I’m sinus-free (albeit a bit highly strung) today! 

Why work is best on Saturdays.

12pm: This American Life
1pm: Radiolab
2pm: Wait wait, don’t tell me.

GETTING MY EDUMACATION ON.

Oh, I’ve also started ranting to my rats.
Crazy rat lady is perfect for this job. 

mercy, take pity on me.
pull me in and let me crash upon your shore,
these fingers claw towards the light.
resemblance of battered souls, desperation wild eyes.
let me soak in the warmth
of a human’s touch to remind me
that i still have blood coursing through my veins. 

june 7, 2007

blue tears that match the truest ocean
finally shed as she’s crushed under emotion
so strong it beats her down in surrender
still raw from a broken heart so tender
laying under stars wondering what’s out there
pondering the old question, why life’s unfair
it’s true, you’ve always got hope
but when you’re alone, it’s hard to cope
her body’s weak and weary
her eyes are getting bleary
memories flashing only no sound is heard
like a broken television, the picture is blurred
and it seems like the time is just getting slower
and she’s getting no where, just sinking down lower
they say once you’re down, you go up sooner or later
but how long will that take? destiny’s a hater.
one day, one week, 5 weeks, 5 years.
by then how long til hope disappears?
she’s tired of always waiting, letting fate the wheel
and life has lost it’s gleaming appeal
because in her world of black and white
skies aren’t blue and nothing’s right


there’s always a moment, you either make it or break it
but when the opportunity comes, do you think that you’ll take it? 

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No one wants to be the person who is made fun of for caring too much about something, who treats in earnest a situation that everyone else considers absurd. Even in personal relationships, feeling too heavily invested while simultaneously understanding that the other person couldn’t be more detached is one of the most profound feelings of embarrassment we can experience. Because it isn’t simply the embarrassment of making a mistake or a poor choice, it’s a shame over the kind of human being you are and how you see the world around you. To be shamed for your sincerity is to be reminded that you are dependent on something which is not dependent on you — that you are, once again, vulnerable.

I Will Always Care Too Much (via theseasonofthewitch)

(Source: ladyfromthenorth, via whitedenial-ontrial)