February 2012
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I woke up this morning to my cat tearing apart my map of Pennsylvania. After throwing her out of my room, I went back to bed and just started crying. My life may be more of a mess than even I am willing to admit.
“Is it really possible to tell someone else what one feels?”
– Leo Tolstoy (via misswallflower)
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“Perhaps it never did snow that August in Vermont; perhaps there never were...”
– Joan Didion, On Keeping a Notebook (via joywesterman)
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“We’re weak and tiny. We’re Grenada. There are men parachuting from...”
– Dave Eggers, A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius
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Life will always be different from this point out. I’m having a hard time understanding what that means and learning to accept it.
remind me to remember this too →
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things that make me happy…
when I’m hunched over my computer and Faulkner crawls under my body, wraps herself in my scarf, and starts purring
making a giant pancake and a half pot of coffee, then crawling back into bed with both to prepare for a lazy day
“if I could I would shrink myself
sink through your skin to your blood cells...”
– brand new
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Nothing like being holed up in a beloved coffeeshop working away with acquaintances, waiting for the snow to start.
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Today I acquired two wooden pallets. I could only fit one in my tiny car at a time, so it was a two-part journey. I’m getting closer to my goal, though, creating this, raising my bed on pallets. A mattress on the floor has just gotten entirely too old.
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