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[Apr. 1st, 2010|01:24 am] |
mostly friends only.
comment if I know you or want to. |
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| july first, nineteen-ninety-three |
[Jun. 30th, 2009|10:36 pm] |
it was not a dark and stormy night. or maybe it was. but I guess had other things on my mind.
The last thing he ever said to me was, "Just always be waiting for me, and then some night you will hear me crowing."
growing up isn't easy to do. but next time you hear from me I'll be a real-live sixteen year-old.
never say goodbye because goodbye means going away and going away means forgetting.
goodnight, goodnight. and straight on til morning |
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| for McKenzie |
[Jun. 15th, 2009|06:58 pm] |
for everyone else to disregard, unless you have had a bad or normal day, then this may actual be rather helpful.
( a princess how-to ) |
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| (no subject) |
[Jun. 9th, 2009|12:27 pm] |
I am in desperate need of some help.
ideas, pictures, stories.
I must plan a birthday party, a marvelous one at that, (for myself, of course) in less than one month!! and I don't know what to do!!
obi wan, you're my only hope. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jan. 15th, 2009|09:51 pm] |
and this is my favorite thing this week.
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| Letter | Yehuda Amichai |
[Apr. 1st, 2008|09:37 pm] |
To sit on the veranda of a hotel in Jerusalem
and to write: Sweetly pass the days
from desert to sea. And to write: Tears, here,
dry quickly. This little blot
is a tear that has melted ink. That's how
they wrote a hundred years ago. "I have
drawn a circle round it."
Time passes—like somebody who, on a telephone,
is laughing or weeping far away from me:
whatever I'm hearing I can't see.
And whatever I see I don't hear.
We were not careful when we said "next year"
or "a month ago." These words are like
glass splinters, which you can hurt yourself with,
or cut veins. Those who do things like that.
But you were beautiful, like the interpretation
of ancient books.
Surplus of women in your far country
brought you to me, but
other statistics have taken you
away from me.
To live is to build a ship and a harbor
at the same time. And to complete the harbor
long after the ship was drowned.
And to finish: I remember only
that there was mist. And whoever
remembers only mist—
what does he remember? |
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