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July 2010

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simular to waves

It kinda feels like sitting on the beach, the ocen slowly growing closer, and without moving your suddenly engulfed in cold water, leaving you shivering, then within seconds creeping back up and hitting you again, and again and again. But there is safety in knowing that the tide retreats during the day.

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Jun 30, 2010

June 2010

19 posts

Poetry 365: Locking Yourself Out, Then Trying to Get Back In, Raymond Carver → poetry365.tumblr.com

You simply go out and shut the door
without thinking. And when you look back
at what you’ve done
it’s too late. If this sounds
like the story of life, okay.

It was raining. The neighbors who had
a key were away. I tried and tried
the lower windows. Stared
inside at the sofa, plants, the…

Jun 29, 2010185 notes
Jun 29, 2010
Get out of my life, we don't see eye to eye, or hear ear to ear.
Jun 28, 2010
Let it die.
Jun 28, 2010
“The earth turned to bring us closer. It turned on itself and in us, until it finally brought us together in this dream.” —the movie, 21 Grams
Jun 28, 2010
Jun 28, 201015 notes
“The only way out is through.” —Robert Frost (via coffeeology)
Jun 19, 2010
via text
  • stacy: emergency craft meeting tonight!
Jun 14, 2010
Jun 11, 2010237 notes
“Friends: People who know you well, but like you anyway.” —
Jun 11, 20101 note
Being lonley is a habit, like smoking or taking drugs.
Jun 11, 2010
“Those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.” —Nietzsche
Jun 9, 2010
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Jun 2, 2010
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“One night she hid the pink cotton scarf from her raincoat in the pillowcase when the nurse came around to lock up her drawers and closets for the night. In the dark she had made a loop and tried to pull it tight around her throat. But always just as the air stopped coming and she felt the rushing grow louder in her ears, her hands would slacken and let go, and she would lie there panting for breath, cursing the dumb instinct in her body that fought to go on living.” — Sylvia Plath (via coffeeology)
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