September 2011
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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.
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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...
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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?
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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)
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August 2011
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No one will ever want me?
Thanks for reminding me.
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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.
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I'm in a committed and long term relationship with...
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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...
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I need friends.
Like, ones that I can actually see and touch and go places with.