March 2012
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My little doggy is the very best thing in my life. THE VERY BEST THING.
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February 2012
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“Sex is thus, to put it in Derridean terms, simultaneously the condition of the possibility and of the impossibility of love.” Well played, Zizek. Well played.
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UGH why am I so stupid. I’m so freaking stupid.
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Feeling painfully foolish. So, so foolish.
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This is a long post in which I reassure myself of...
My issue in relationships is always this: I accept not being treated the way I deserve to be treated because in my head I’m being selfless. Somehow I got the idea that allowing others to treat me this way meant that I was being patient. It meant that I was being a good girlfriend, the kind that doesn’t complain and get jealous. That I was being gentle and compassionate and...
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“And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than...”
– Anais Nin (via habitualtides)
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Treat me like the woman I am please Because I am a woman phenomenally (thank you Maya, couldn’t have said it better myself) And I’m not asking for you to love me right away I’m just asking that if you don’t want me the way I want you that you man up and tell me. Because I could have anyone ANYONE but I choose you.
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I don’t care what it is As long as it’s honest and real
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Do not make a fool out of me Don’t you fucking dare I don’t take kindly to those who think it’s okay to play with my heart And though I don’t think you’re the type If I find out that you are You better start running, boy. Run real fast.
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I’m not a jealous girl. But I have my moments.
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I am so lazy right now. Got out of the shower and immediately got back into bed. Can I just stay here for a while? Pleaseeeee? I don’t want to put clothes on and drive to school. I just want to lay here all day.
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I’m eating a bowl of bananas, strawberries and nutella. It’s amazing. AMAZEBALLS
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I love peach rings.
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Tell me why I feel like I’ve known you forever Like I’ve lain in your arms before Tell me why I don’t hate the things you do the way I hate the things everyone else does Why why why. Seriously. Every time I think of you it feels like love. I want to make your eggs the way you like them and iron your shirts in the morning I need to slow down, don’t I? But I warned you....
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I keep fighting the urge to call you baby.
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we’re just two people who are not in love…
… right now.
:)
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I think that possibly maybe I’m falling for you
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I want to take care of you. I want to cook for you, hold you, kiss you and make you happy. I’m trying so hard to not want this. But I do.
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Sorry, but it turns out I’m a human being. Human beings get lonely. Human beings need physical contact with other human beings. This is the way life goes. I’m sorry if it makes you uncomfortable, honestly. I am. But I hope it doesn’t make you angry with me, because I think that the obsession that our society has with policing bodies -which are beautiful, love-needing things- is...
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Today, I got to
-have lunch with my spectacularly smart girl friends -participate in the most relaxing yoga session ever -have beers with some of my favorite people (including the world’s most interesting and intelligent woman who I am so lucky to be learning from) -eat a chocolate vagina pop -relax and let go
I didn’t even have to use my AK
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Currently eating a vagina. Really. It’s made of chocolate.
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Got in bed at 7pm because moving was painful. Woke up just now with intense heartburn and in a cold sweat Goodness, tonight just keeps getting better.
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Ok. He’s a keeper. He bought me spicy food to eat, took me to his place and made me tea and gave me a massage, held me while I slept, made my legs shake and then sent me home with some vitamin c pills. I mean damn.
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Anonymous asked: just curious, what did you have for dinner by yourself?
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you crawled up into the little space beneath my breast into the attic of my heart you sprayed WD-40 on the weeping hinges of its drop down ladder and climbed into the dusty cold of feelings in storage and braved the stench of age and rot and found the one thing that had not been eaten by silverfish or the occasional vagrant rodent and carried it carefully back down the ladder and into the warmth...
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“She died of a broken heart”, the coroner had said.
The old women sucked their teeth and clucked to each other about young love when they heard the news. Each of her lovers worried quietly that he was the cause, and mulled over his last encounter with her over plastic cups of cheap whiskey, wondering where he had gone wrong. The family was devastated.
Her heart had long been frozen...
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Yeah, I just ate dinner at a restaurant alone on valentine’s day. This is what not giving a fuck looks like.