February 2012
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ineloquententity asked: Orange and green. And I admire you a great deal as a writer :)
vickied asked: Green? 8D lol there wasn't an "I find you interesting and vaguely entertaining based on your blog" option.
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Cody discussing how beautiful Austin's people are
Cody: and like the girls man they're so fucking cute
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Ask Box Valentines
moderateclimates:
mikescoffeecup:
Green - I like you but not a crush Blue - I have a crush on you Orange - I think you’re beautiful Yellow - I think you’re hot Red - I love you Pink - Be my valentine Purple - I want a second chance Silver - I miss you Gold - I used to like you
Ask away!
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Oh my goodness
Austin is so full of cute guys.
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I crave your attention so that I may devour—the fiendish feeling of freckled flesh; torrential down pour across smooth waters. Setting sail from the shore and moving out into the green. I crave your attention so that I may feast, upon the skillful spirit that is your soul; so that it may quench me, leave me whole—fully complete—as no other thing could: the simple rhythm of words...
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Lights of night that linger in above the creeping cesspool, named human nature, named endless ends, named harbored hallowing hurt, named the.
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Birthday wish this year:
This birthday what I want is an individual who doesn’t feel obligated to follow the normalized patterns of main-stream society and attempt to facilitate a sense of belonging in the form of self-harming and reality-distilling mechanisms to fall blissfully into my hands and ask me out on a semi-standardized date where we get to know each other based on a previous established basis of...
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Such as it is: A story in progress
This is just a story in progress sort of thing, an idea I thought up today and decided to write a little of and see how people liked it. The word choice might change, this is literally the absolute first rough draft of the product. Any spelling mistakes or grammar usages will probably be corrected once I get back from class. Tell me if you enjoy reading it.
Intro
When my grandmother died...
Generally speaking I tend to close my eyes and hit...
that doesn’t really do anything besides rid me of some stress and anxiety involved in turning in an assignment.
Here’s to hopefully not failing.
I’m going to go throw up now, later guys.
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Sam and Daniel
The force of man is that which drives him to commit to acts of unbridled love at the expensive of his mortal soul. Sam sits outside the Grab-N-Go and throws his hand down into a big bag of Doritos, pulls one out, holds it up to the air and then crunches it down between his teeth, wiping the orange cheese off on his jeans.
Daniel leaves the store and flips the keys in his hands, motions with his...
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February 08th, 2012
Move past the sounds of great oak trees shaking and dancing in the winds, to the calm yet rippled surface of the lake which stands a mirror against the backdrop of the sky; blues and whites reflected with the bouts of yellow amber that from the grace of the sun are moved into the mirrored surface and shot back into an infinite paradigm of saving grace that is the golden lake.
Move past these...
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@vickied
vickied replied to your post: @Vickied
ohmuhgawd. The sarcasm. It burrrnnnns. I’m usually just at or a tad under so I have to make stuff up.>:P I wish I liked or was good at writing. I think I’m pretty average. :I
yeah…we’ll go with average…
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I’m starting to seriously think that over this summer—while I’m staying back in Tomball—I need to just try and find a competent therapist or any sort of suitable person and just talk non-stop about all the things I’ve been feeling.
I just almost feel like I can’t separate anymore what are normal feelings of anxiety and crisis and what are more than just normal...
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I believe if you're genuine people will understand...
and I try and be as genuine as I can with my writing and my life hoping that people will understand and appreciate that.
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Inaudible.
This crumbled and cornered apartment building gives rise to noise of machine and man; the dishwasher roaring over the sounds of college-kids dashing above—two presumably lovely women who seem to get into bitter fights with each other live above me. Across the way from my opened door apartment 3211 is housed; recently occupied, it remained vacant for months at a time as its previous occupants were...
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Such as It Is
It’s four AM and I’m staring out the window of this two-story brick house on the outskirts of town, smack dab in the middle of suburbia and treading on boundaries of this ten thousand population town which has started to feel a prison to me. The night is awake and full of life. Trees rustle in the wind and animals dart around the front lawn that’s turning slow to...
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Detaching romance from reality is the most absurd thing you could ever do. Life is a masterful interplay of romantic endeavors all shooting through the pores of realism; all it takes is an objective mind to see it.
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“Out mother performed in starlight. Whose innovation this was I never discovered....”
– -Swamplandia!, Karren Russel File this under: powerful introductions to books that make me want to keep reading and reading and reading and reading.
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“Writing a book is a horrible, exhausting struggle, like a long bout with some...”
– George Orwell (via doubledaybooks)
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Kelsey
He considered himself to be a fraction of the living; that’s at least what he always told Kelsey. Kelsey wasn’t a thing like him, she had long brown hair that formed into perfect little curls, jade green eyes, cute little freckles that dotted her skin, and the most honest-to-goodness make-up free face you’ve ever seen. Not even that natural make up crap, no an honest make-up free face that she...
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“You, the aristocrats, who demand the fine linen and the purple in your fiction;...”
– Frank Norris, A Plea for Romantic Fiction.
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Kristina doesn’t support my dream to drop out of school, move to San Francisco, and become a go go dancer.
Which is just as well because that would require working out a lot more than I do now. Which is virtually none. Unless you count walking to and from school four times a day working out. Which, I mean, I do. Because it is isn’t it?
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I just love when people consider all liberal arts...
History- easy peasy
Classical archaeology- don’t make me laugh.
Classics- more like easyyyyyyy
Economics- come on how hard could it be.
Ethnic studies- What’s their to know?
European studies- it’s like cold and they drink tea: done.
French- who gives a shit about the french anyway?
Geography- the world’s already been figured out, duh.
German- they were nazis...
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@obliviate-myself
obliviate-myself replied to your post: My American Lit II teacher is making us study her list of “rules to writing papers”
Sentence one should introduce your topic. Sentence two should outline your body paragraphs. Sentence three should state your thesis. Sentence four can go fuck itself. Sentence five diminishes all hopes of an A. I feel your pain.
I never listen to...
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My American Lit II teacher is making us study her...
And they’re just awful. Like totally subjective pieces of garbage that belittle writing into a system of superiority complexes in which some individuals seem smarter than others based upon the simple construct of their paper—not the ideas present.
Her background’s in technical writing though so it’s to be expected. Technical writing is all about displaying a mass volume of...
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According to my sociology textbook one of the...
Yeah, nope, definitely not happening here.
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We look for people in our lives that can justify out state of being. We attach ourselves to these people, form connections and relationships that protrude into our souls and resonate off of our bodies into this mystifying aurora of true contentedness that makes life beautiful.
We vie for the attention of these people; we do anything to get them to recognize us, to see us for what we are—all...
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Chronicles in Living
There are ten ways to live your life:
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You wake up before your alarm clock goes off. You stretch your arms before switching it to the off position, step each foot down onto the bad-brown carpet, walk to the bathroom, piss, wash your hands, then start getting dressed. You’ll pick out a light blue shirt with darker blue lines running vertically down it, a pair of nice worn jeans, a brown...
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February 06th, 2012
Here I stand, adjacent to the creation of things; the past which circles and spirals like a delicate dragonfly caught in the cool currents of nearing-spring, takes hold of me and throws me off guard. It punches my core, considers me something of a triviality cycling around this deranged planet we call “home.”
Still there are things which wake me up at night—herculean feats of...
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The Crease
There’s a crease in the sheets that I fold under my bed. It’s a factory made sort of thing, something you cant really get out till you give it a wash or two, maybe iron it if you feel like going the extra mile—I don’t.
It’s been bugging me for awhile though, because as I sleep it stabs into my back and forces me to change positions: back, side, stomach, side,...
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Anonymous asked: oh i didn't know you changed your theme. i think this one is cute bby.
