March 2012
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February 2012
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tonight’s self-care: twighlight, mashed potatoes & beer
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“but my face
never had a chance
all along it was the wrong song and dance
i...”
– know now then
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“Tonight if the battery charges I want to take the car out on sheet-ice;
I want...”
– adrienne rich “reforming the crystal”
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“give yourself a hand, a hand is yours
go ahead and wear it out
and you go...”
– eyeoneye
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the only thing thriving in my life right now is my office plant
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“I build each one of my days out of hope
and I give that hope your name”
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“I can tell you one thing about it: exuberance is irrational…it makes one...”
– lauren berlant, from “starved”
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sexy thursday night: falling in lust with every sweaty person at the gym, eating cheesy eggs, weeping at the latest parenthood episode in my bed (it’s the new grey’s anatomy of my heartstrings) (also hi hormones)
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a coworker just told me my outfit was “very satisfying”
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“other people trigger the karma we haven’t worked out”
– pema chodron, “comfortable with uncertainty”
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chris brown/rihanna
“So while it’s easy for many to say, ”If he hits me I’ll leave” the conditions that intimate partner violence creates are often a lot more complicated. It would seem our overly simplistic and condemning attitudes towards this phenomena may truly reflect how little we understand about the psychological and emotional nature of physical violence and the complexities of how humans ...
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“Distilled water is a poor conductor of electricity. For H2O to have electroconductivity, it must contain impurities in the form of dissolved salts. I see a timely lesson in this for you, Virgo. If you focus too hard on being utterly clean and clear, some of life’s rather chaotic but fertile and invigorating energy may not be able to flow through you. That’s why I suggest...
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just cried while kvetching on the phone to my mom, in the drugstore, with a basket of cat food at my feet. maybe i should just pursue the performance of being as cliched a sad twenty-something girl person as i can muster.
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at this workshop thing that i went to this weekend one of the women introduced herself and her writing by saying she was “writing a self-assigned thesis on heartbreak.” later, when we all did an exercise describing how we were feeling that day, she wrote about being an empty glass bowl on the edge of a high shelf in a room with a concrete floor. when my friend who i went to the...
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