May 2013
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And So
My life disappeared from existence as I knew it, ten years ago. When a flying object weighing in at three thousand pounds known by the name of an ATV bounced off my back as I lie there due to it’s having bucked me off like a wild horse, I survived. Life changed, everything changed, including me. But most off, my body completely metamorphosed. I was aghast, and torn, but most of all, in pain....
April 2013
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Nothing But The Facts Ma'am
I’ve heard from a few eyes and a few words, that I can be awfully confusing to a few people. But it helps when you know a bit about my history. So here goes:
1) At seven years old, I fell three stories. I broke a bone in my head. It debilitated my sense of time, and left me with pain in my neck and head for years to come. I began hearing my pains described by old people, as their pains...
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Silence Doesn't Solve Anything
You want me to tell you that I didn’t live. Oh but I did. You want me to tell you that I didn’t love you. Oh but I did. And I still do. It was those who loved you who did not love me, who kept you from me. But that, you do not want to hear, because that is what you can not bare. It is not me that is wrong. It was them. But now there is anger, because you have become like them. Their...
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“You own everything that happened to you. Tell your stories. If people wanted you...”
– Anne Lamott (via ithurtssomuch)
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Touch Lamp
I want to tell you the deepest darkest secrets that I hold snug and tight. But I know that not everyone can see what I see. For when a person looks at another person, we can not know what exactly brought them to that place in time. We can not know their story, even if we think we do. Sometimes, when we know each other, we assume that we know all there is to know. When in fact, there may be books...
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March 2013
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Imperfection
Suffocated by my own yearning, I pause to reflect frequently. Then I douse myself in gratefulness and live a few days fully. Desire to break out of this prison that my body creates for me by being disabled, and finding places full of joy in between. Longing for when I can be better, yet loving so much that I want to squeeze every last drop of this moment in time. It’s a dichotomy, brought...
February 2013
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December 2012
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November 2012
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Transformation
First, I must apologize to my followers who cared about my writings here. And for my absence, I must explain. I made this blog much too public. I allowed my distant family members, old friends, and my teacher to read this blog. Some of my distant family members took my writings as an offense. It seemed to exacerbate problems with them, hinder, rather than help. I wrote in such a way that I can...
August 2012
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The Past Becomes DNA
The memories, they seep into your skin, like a tattoo that can never go away. They become part of you when you sleep, when you are awake, wherever it is that you go. Because they are a part of you now. They attach to your soul, and grow alive as your breath. You can not get rid of them. You can not shake them. All of the things one does in a lifetime, they all get written in invisible ink where no...
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WatchI want to see this again.
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July 2012
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The Room At The End Of The Hall
“Shall I tell you my secrets?” she whispered, by the lamplight. I could see the light shine in her hair. “Sweet nothings, or simple things will do”, she said, as she looked at the book lying on the table. “Is it you or is it me,” she said? I wanted to look her straight in the eye. I wanted to be off the cuff, tell her everything my heart desired. But would that...
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Putting It All Together
Okay, there is a lot to be improved on. And I am doing that. It is taking a lot of work, just like everything else has. But that’s exciting too. It’s definitely not dreary or boring. Actually, I’ve been quite happy. Until she railed on me yesterday, about why this and why that, all about years gone by. Because I was poor. Because we were in poverty. Because we didn’t know...
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My personal Tumblr →
Reblogs of anything I love. Personal snippets of information about me randomly in time. Little comments here and there. Perfectly random blog that is about me. I post frequently there. No purpose of art instilled. It is simply emotion.
June 2012
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Glass Windows
Picture Reblog: dontbeafraidoftomorrow
Looking back across the desert, she remembers laughter with friends, glasses of champagne in hand, a recorder listening to her ideas as they spill out over the night scene, in her very large bedroom with white walls. She remembers coming home and hugging her knees tight as she rocked and cried, then painting on a smile for the all mighty dollar. She knew...
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