December 2011
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FUCK THE WORLD
stress eating brain.
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“True existence is achieved by intensity of feeling.”
– Kierkegaard
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An Old Man's Winter Night
All out-of-doors looked darkly in at him Through the thin frost, almost in separate stars, That gathers on the pane in empty rooms. What kept his eyes from giving back the gaze Was the lamp tilted near them in his hand. What kept him from remembering what it was That brought him to that creaking room was age. He stood with barrels round him—at a loss. And having scared the cellar under him In...
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“The function of prayer is not to influence God, but rather to change the nature...”
– Søren Kierkegaard
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““And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night. And lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them; and they were sore afraid. And the angel said unto them, ‘Fear not: for behold, I bring unto you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. For unto you is born this day in the...
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Céilidh
a traditional Gaelic social gathering where singing, dancing, and storytelling are the main forms of entertainment. (also my cat’s name and one of the best experiences of my life)
Dance instructions for the next time you’re in Cape Breton, Ireland, or Scotland.
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“Flee, my beloved, and liken yourself to a gazelle or to a fawn of the hinds on...”
– From “The Song of Songs”
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Sleeping in the Forest
I thought the earth remembered me, she took me back so tenderly, arranging her dark skirts, her pockets full of lichens and seeds. I slept as never before, a stone on the riverbed, nothing between me and the white fire of the stars but my thoughts, and they floated light as moths among the branches of the perfect trees. All night I heard the small kingdoms breathing around me, the insects, and the...
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Sometimes, When the Light
Sometimes, when the light strikes at odd angles and pulls you back into childhood and you are passing a crumbling mansion completely hidden behind old willows or an empty convent guarded by hemlocks and giant firs standing hip to hip, you know again that behind that wall, under the uncut hair of the willows something secret is going on, so marvelous and dangerous that if you crawled...
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“I am present.”
– Paul Goldman, from “For This Morning”
Harry & David pears
are godly. Feel free to stuff my mailbox with them.
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It is amazing that trees can turn gravel and bitter salts into these soft-lipped lobes, as if I were to bite down on a granite slab and start to swell, bud, and flower. Trees seem to do their feats so effortlessly. Every year a given tree creates absolutely from scratch ninety-nine percent of its living parts. Water lifting up tree trunks can climb one hundred and fifty feet an hour; in full...
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The Victorians had many names for depression, and Charles Darwin used them all. There were his “fits” brought on by “excitements,” “flurries” leading to an “uncomfortable palpitation of the heart” and “air fatigues” that triggered his “head symptoms.” In one particularly pitiful letter, written to a specialist in “psychological medicine,” he confessed to “extreme spasmodic daily and nightly...
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What If
We taught recombinant DNA to recombine, turning tumors into birds that freed themselves from the cages of our bodies, misery flying out the window, a flock of blackbirds that only comes back later to tap at the pain, begging for a few more scraps of us? Or never returned, burrowing down into the ground like certain owls to sing their own dark songs almost muffled by the earth in...
iamsuperstressedaboutcollegerightnowandhavebeenonthevergeoftearsallmorning.
i essentially have a 5% chance of getting in now. :(
sorry for an angsty post. i always feel bad talking to real people about things like this, so the internet will have to do.
Vaclav Havel →
sad.
Today
sitting on roses and falling in love again
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