February 2012
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Growing up, perpetual lateness was a part of my life that became an expectation and a source of constant resentment. The day I received the keys to the car and had precise power over when I would reach my destination was one of the most liberating feelings that I have experienced, and from that day forth, I make a point to provide myself with more than adequate time to get from point A to B. With...
December 2011
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rls
I was with one of my friends the other day when she suddenly proclaimed that she had RLS. I looked over at her. “Since when did you decide that you have restless leg syndrome?” I inquired. She made a face at me and replied, “Not restless leg syndrome. Restless life syndrome.”
While she was just trying to be witty, I can’t help but feel sometimes that I am simply...
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I have great difficulty defining the word artist and what constitutes art. Anything can be turned into an art and pulled far from the general sense of music, painting, and similar connotations associated with it. Does having some kind of skill make you artistic if you are serene in the way you go about presenting it? Perhaps you are able to ignite a flame within someone’s heart or build...
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tumblrbot asked: WHERE WOULD YOU MOST LIKE TO VISIT ON YOUR PLANET?
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graveyards
It turns out, my dear, that I am digging my own grave. You see it there, just off into the distance? From here it looks like a mere indentation; a trick of the light, nothing more. I assure you, it sinks deep into the earth. In my satchel I carry a rope so that I can climb out after an arduous day of digging, while looking out for yellow-spotted lizards. (I jest.) I apologize dearly for my...
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The sun was descending into the clouds, marking the end of day-dreams and the start of night-reveries. I stopped once on my journey, wanting to check my face against the glass to make sure I did not appear as tuckered I felt, though it made no sense in the darkness why my fellow drivers would ever find me captivating enough to divert their attention from the glare of headlights against the road....
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The world is a very dark place, deceptive with its growing chain of lies and corruption and ugly in nature. I believe that most of us have accepted the fact that the world is in constant need of change. Yet from all this desolation, we search for beauty in the small things that shine upon first glance or what we examine, closely and calculatingly, before we really see. We all need to know that in...