September 2011
24 posts
So, I'm 150 miles from home.
I’m driving by myself and I suddenly got very dizzy and had to pull over. I got sick and am still feeling very nauseous. I’m not even halfway to where I’m going and I’m supposed to turn right around when I get there and come home. Awesome.
Sep 16th
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Sep 16th
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Sep 15th
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Sep 13th
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A few people have asked about me, if I’m okay or where I’ve been.   I am, I guess.  Tumblr isn’t really somewhere I’ve wanted to be lately.  Tumblr has always made me feel better about myself and it’s, sadly, where I’ve gotten most of what very little self esteem I have.  It’s done pretty much the opposite for me lately.  It’s done nothing but...
Sep 13th
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Sep 7th
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Sep 7th
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Sep 7th
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Sep 6th
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Sep 6th
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Sep 6th
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Sep 5th
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Sep 5th
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Sep 5th
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Sep 4th
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fuckyealiz: can we all just agree that food costs way more that its supposed to in the first place and that it fucking sucks to be poor and hungry no matter what your diet consists of?
Sep 4th
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Sep 4th
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Sep 4th
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Sep 4th
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“Why does the mind do such things? Turn on us, rend us, dig the claws in. If you...”
– Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin. (via ruineshumaines)
Sep 3rd
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Sep 3rd
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Sep 2nd
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Sep 1st
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August 2011
59 posts
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No one will ever want me?
Thanks for reminding me.
Aug 31st
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Aug 29th
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Aug 29th
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Aug 28th
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Aug 28th
I only see my sister about once every 6 months.
She plans the best activities for when I’m here. We’re at the post office now. Next, the grocery store.
Aug 27th
Aug 27th
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Aug 26th
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Aug 26th
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Aug 26th
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Aug 25th
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I'm in a committed and long term relationship with...
Aug 25th
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Daguerreotype Taken in Old by Margaret Atwood
earlyfrost: I know I change have changed but whose is this vapid face pitted and vast, rotund suspended in empty paper as though in a telescope the granular moon I rise from my chair pulling against gravity I turn away and go out into the garden I revolve among the vegetables, my head ponderous reflecting the sun in shadows from the pocked ravines cut in my cheeks, my eye- sockets 2 craters...
Aug 25th
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Aug 24th
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Aug 24th
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Aug 24th
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Aug 23rd
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Aug 23rd
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Aug 23rd
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Aug 22nd
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Aug 22nd
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Aug 22nd
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Aug 21st
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Aug 21st
Aug 21st
I need friends.
Like, ones that I can actually see and touch and go places with.  
Aug 20th
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