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these are things that I could not tell you;
things that remind me of you when I want nothing more than to forget;
things that have gone wrong;
things that have gone right;
things that will never happen;
things that are your fault,
my fault,
the faults of no one;
these are things that we did not do and will not let go of

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~ Friday, February 26 ~
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Sorry to those who follow my twitter and already saw this, but this is my first snowperson since I was 2 or so. We managed to get out at the perfect time: it was sunny, not TOO cold, and there was a break between snow bursts. The eyes are lids to film canisters and the mouth is watercolor paint.

Sorry to those who follow my twitter and already saw this, but this is my first snowperson since I was 2 or so. We managed to get out at the perfect time: it was sunny, not TOO cold, and there was a break between snow bursts. The eyes are lids to film canisters and the mouth is watercolor paint.


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~ Wednesday, February 24 ~
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him to her (En la Cama)

him to her (En la Cama)


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~ Sunday, February 21 ~
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cephalolove:


mondojergens:

chocolate octopus cookies

cephalolove:

mondojergens:

chocolate octopus cookies

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~ Saturday, February 20 ~
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honest artist statements #11

closertotheocean:

i am a very anxious person.


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~ Wednesday, February 17 ~
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~ Tuesday, February 16 ~
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The Man, Lisa C. Taylor

poetry365:

I like the parts of you
that are not the parts of me,
the furry paws of your knees
and the angular metal of your upper arm.
So often I turn to touch softness
and find taut rope and hard glass.

My body stretches elastic
to meet and hold forum
with the hollow of your back.
I crawl under your thrown face
and find moist refuge.

In such moments
I forget your bones and fingernails.
I surrender to the mud that moves with us,
sinking and rising
in the steam that is our common element.

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[photo above: I’m in love with these bottles. I found the one on the right in a junk shop in New Foundland and carried it 2,500 miles across land and sea, literally. It still has liqueur peppered with flecks of gold leaf in it. Both are working music boxes and the one on the right plays ‘ma vie en rose’ and the little couple inside waltz in a tiny circle. Love it.] (via Design*Sponge  » Blog Archive   » sneak peek: juliet totten of poppies and posies)

[photo above: I’m in love with these bottles. I found the one on the right in a junk shop in New Foundland and carried it 2,500 miles across land and sea, literally. It still has liqueur peppered with flecks of gold leaf in it. Both are working music boxes and the one on the right plays ‘ma vie en rose’ and the little couple inside waltz in a tiny circle. Love it.] (via Design*Sponge  » Blog Archive  » sneak peek: juliet totten of poppies and posies)

Tags: I can't wait until I have my own house it will be filled with books and pretty things and maybe cats
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~ Monday, February 15 ~
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~ Sunday, February 14 ~
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The boy wants to meet my friends today. It is entirely possible that he has no idea what today actually is, too. But I made cookies anyway and decorated them appropriately. And yes that is a “<3” on some of them. We met on the internet, what do you expect? (The ones that look like they’re bleeding have icing AND sprinkles on them. I am not the best at dessert presentation, though my dinner presentation rocks).

The boy wants to meet my friends today. It is entirely possible that he has no idea what today actually is, too. But I made cookies anyway and decorated them appropriately. And yes that is a “<3” on some of them. We met on the internet, what do you expect? (The ones that look like they’re bleeding have icing AND sprinkles on them. I am not the best at dessert presentation, though my dinner presentation rocks).

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~ Saturday, February 13 ~
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Body of Loneliness, Leonard Cohen

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She entered my foot with her foot
and she entered my waist with her snow.
She entered my heart saying,
“Yes, that’s right.”
And so the Body of Loneliness
was covered from without,
and from within
the Body of Loneliness was embraced.
Now every time I try to draw a breath
she whispers to my breathlessness,
“Yes, my love, that’s right, that’s right.”

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