Friday, September 03
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Ra Ra Riot - Boy

Thursday, September 02
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It is the function of art to renew our perception. What we are familiar with we cease to see. The writer shakes up the familiar scene, and, as if by magic, we see a new meaning in it
• Anais Nin
Thursday, February 04
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I think many people are afraid that if they take medication or even agree to see a therapist that they are in some way admitting failure or defeat. Or they have been told by their boyfriend or their mother or their best friend that they should buck up and get over it, and that asking for help is a sign of weakness. Well then, let me be weak. Let me be a failure. Because being over here on this side, where I see and think clearly, where I’m happy to greet my child in the morning, where I can logically maneuver my way over tiny obstacles that would have previously been the end of the world, over here being a failure is a hell of a lot more enjoyable than the constant misery of suffering alone.
• Heather Armstrong, of dooce.com
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Friday, January 22
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Start Again

posted 4 years ago

2009 was the roughest, most heartbreaking year of my life.

I am looking for a dare-to-be-great opportunity.

Do you have one for me?

Find me. tam@lemonland.net

Saturday, December 05
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When you love someone

posted 4 years ago

and they love you, but perhaps you don’t remember exactly what split the seams and tore the edges apart — or perhaps you do, or one of you does — , can you ever come back together?

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I baked you a pie a year ago, on Election Day.

I baked you a pie a year ago, on Election Day.


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How far do our feelings take their colour from the dive underground? I mean, what is the reality of any feeling?
• Virginia Woolf
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Thursday, December 03
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I need the rest of them.

I need the rest of them.


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eatsleepdraw:

drawing no.29 - #draw365 - twitter.com/gilbertruiz

eatsleepdraw:

drawing no.29 - #draw365 - twitter.com/gilbertruiz


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Wednesday, December 02
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Everything is going to be okay. And then it won’t be. And then it will be again. And then your idea of okay will change. And then it’ll change again. Nothing is permanent—nothing at all. And that’s okay.
• (via alaskamiller)
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