February 2012
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MY EARS ARE NOW POPPING DUE TO THIS EXTENDED FEVER
I WAS NOT EVEN AWARE THAT THIS WAS A POSSIBLE SYMPTOM
IS THIS A JOKE?
January 2012
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at every occasion, i'll be ready for the funeral.
I have been waking myself up at night with body-racking coughs and a bleeding throat, shuddering with fever and nightmares, twisting myself awake in the dark, trying to focus on breathing and thinking clean, empty thoughts. It’s funny how sickness gives you permission to tap back into the deep, dark unhappinesses you work hard to conceal in healthy, waking life. And it is easy to distract...
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perfect winter in oregon day
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i love my house
i love my friends
i love this dehydration headache
i love the one hundred and twenty pages of dense reading i must complete before dawn
i love hoping so hard
i steal mini cheesecakes and no one frowns upon me
fuck everyone else’s life
this is living
Anonymous asked: I miss your travel blog
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Anonymous asked: Who is the 'you' and 'we' you always refer to?
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I’m thinking of turning to physics to measure the trajectory of a stupid bird’s stupid wing, because surely there is some kind of velocity in loss, some space and speed associated with flight. This bird, due south, will flap its stupid body with its hollow bones away from me until I am irretrievable, carrying an empty cage in a suitcase and a pencil in my hair. Maybe the road to hell...
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Things that I cannot understand:
-Why some people squeeze their toothpaste from the middle of the tube
-How I inexplicably manage to accumulate one hundred teacups on my desk within a shockingly short span of time
-A student’s modern art project at my school — horrifying goose heads mounted on thin planks of wood in the middle of the Mill Stream; WHY and WHAT
-Why there exist...
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“I wonder if Beethoven held his breath the first time his fingers touched the...”
– Andrea Gibson
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run fast.
When she said, “Swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon,” I was fourteen — because literature runs around in our heads in a perpetual beauty loop, weaving the gold and sugar and salt across epochs, creeping out from beneath rocks and sinking into ink. I thought, “But isn’t that all you can give?” For now, for now.
I am trying to sort out how I think of...
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grrrce asked: I TOTALLY FORGOT THAT OUR BIRTHDAYS ARE ONE DAY APART. Happy 21st! Get super legally wasted!
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“Tell us your name, your major, and which gender pronouns you prefer to be...”
– First day of class introductions at Willamette
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GOTTA CLEANSE THAT MOTHERFUCKIN’ PALATE
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I guess you’re all living one day at a time and I want to be able to be young and bright and optimistic and commend you for it, but I can see the end and I have learned that courage grows from this vector of the inevitable — as if to say: yes, the mountains are steep, but they have been pushed into place by the deliberate hand of plate tectonics, and each millimeter is a testament to the love that...
