February 2012
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He called me a diamond. Not because he thought that I was beautiful and one of a kind and wanted and cherished and sparkly and everything else diamonds are supposed to be. He called me a diamond because I was the only thing that pressed against his life of mirrors in such a way that he’ll always remember, because I left a trace.
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I’m going to learn more about my father’s family. I’m making this my new mission.
Your life is not complete until you witness a guy walking down the street, playing guitar, with an unbuttoned shirt, balancing a hacky sack on their head; which I just did. Completion.
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I’ve gone through several family members going in and out of the hospital, after being hurt or sick, dying, etc. I remember when I was nine, after my brother had taken his life and went away, my uncle (favorite uncle, ever, in ways that I don’t understand to this day—except that his best friend was my father, and they got each other really well on some levels, whether they were...
the-messenger-of asked: What gets you through bad days? What calms you down?
There is this stray cat that lives in my neighborhood; black and white, with the most sad cry you could ever imagine—and I call him my own, you see, even though he clearly doesn’t belong to anyone else except for the world that brought him in. So, this morning, while I had a cup of coffee and sat on the front porch, contemplating whether or not I wanted to greet the day with good...
I don’t think I have any other choice but to take care of myself this week.
When I logged into my blog about forty minutes ago and saw that yesterday really happened, that I seriously deleted everything that I ever felt good about writing, impulsively and stupidly - my head started to throb more than its ever throbbed in so long, my eyes began to burn, and right now I keep telling myself to let the tears fall down finally so that I can breathe again. Something. People...
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November 2011
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If I lose my mind tonight, don’t forget what it used to be.
June 2011
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A vivid memory that used to soar through my head on a daily basis for awhile but then went away, has come back slowly. My older sister Sara and I were sitting on the front porch very late at night, talking about the concept of a father; ours were different. However, both of us “lost” that man before we ever got to know them. My sister’s father took his life a week after she was...
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Needle Of Death - Yo La Tengo