December 2010
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The Art of Letting Go
The art of letting go is a hard one to master. It doesn’t come naturally my way. It flies in my brain, spinning round ever faster, and clings to my arm, begs to stay. But its pleas and its cries I now recognize as lies as I pull ever firmly away. For ahead through these woods waits for me something good, or so I conceive as I pray.
submitted by yellowbricks.
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adam gnade - “the winter; their apartment”
“we’d...
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Edge of Desire (unplugged) | John Mayer
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“I want to remember you, just like this, until I see you again,” you said. Your strong,rough hands began to trace my body from my forehead, down my neck, over my ribcage, my thigh, everything. Your soft lips followed, inch by inch. I just laid there, savoring every moment almost as if I would never get to feel like that again. Once you traced my entire outline you lingered above me....
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And Again.
My heart flutters.
It’s something i haven’t felt in quite some time. A feeling of unimaginable hope and warmth. It’s been months that i’ve been living just for one. Since another’s life has been as important as my own… since Julia. A sweet scent in the air is what does it for me. A mixture of vanilla and coconut fills my senses and I’m now front and center in a theater of my own memories and...
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No Posts This Weekend (sorry guys)
The restaurant I work for opened a third location in Manhattan and I’ve been working really long hours since Friday to get it open and through early next week. This is basically the first time I’ve even been on the Internet for any extended period of time in 3 days. It actually feels kind of nice. Anyway, regular posting should resume later in the week, don’t be too alarmed.
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Anonymous asked: Do you read everything that's submitted? There's something I kind of want to submit but I think it might be a bit long, but would you read it anyway? Would there be any chance of finding out what you thought?
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Ryan Adams- “Come Pick Me Up”
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Elliott Smith — “Walk Away...
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emmakempsell:
In my dream, the vast countryside...
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lyricallyrevealed-deactivated20 asked: I simply love your blog. But I was just wondering.. have YOU ever experienced heartbreak, loss, grief? Most of the stuff is from submissions, do you have anything you've written?
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Pizza ananas e prosciutto: non commestibile. A mio...
Al secondo piano di un vecchio edificio di Rambla Catalunya trovo un letto di gommapiuma che mi accoglie per sette euro a notte. La stanza numero 32 è fredda, troppo fredda. Ed è anche umida, troppo umida. È completamente spoglia e l’arredamento presente non è composto da altro se non da quattro letti a castello ed otto armadietti scassati pronti ad ospitare otto corpi ed i loro rispettivi...
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I wake up in the morning and Holly is gone.
She’s certainly not in this room that I’m in, which is her bedroom. I look around and find an iPhone. At first glance I don’t know whose iPhone it is, hers or mine, but it doesn’t matter because all I really want from this iPhone is to know the time of day. This iPhone says that it’s 11:45a. This iPhone tells me that I am late for work. The iPhone that I’m holding is not and iPhone 4, but rather...
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Anonymous asked: how long do submissions normally take to be posted? D:
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I wanted you more than anything. I craved you. I allowed myself to immerse into the plethora of thoughts that I’ve been keeping away from all these time; An irrevocable mistake. Your illuminating brown eyes, your soft lips, your saccharine smile, your dark hair, the electrifying touch of your skin, the warm velvety voice I used to hear so very much. I’ve missed it all. The lights went off and I...
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“If someone breaks your heart, just punch them in the face. Oh sure, it seems...”
– Chuck Klosterman
exactly
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Anonymous asked: I recently lost a very close friend of mine in a car accident and he was only 18. I still have no idea how to come to terms with it although I'm getting stronger. Do you have any suggestions on good readings or advice that could help?
Your site helps me a lot but not too many are about losing someone to death.
Your site helps me a lot but not too many are about losing someone to death.
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Where do you go to be inspired?
and what doesn’t inspire you? Is there a limit to the amount of creativity you can consume from another?
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I remember the last day we spent together. It started a little after 12:00 AM, if I remember properly. You were at a party at your friends, and I was out at a concert. At this point we were on break already, and had not really talked or hung-out for sometime, so I was incredibly excited for that day. Something I would find out later your sister had told you on several occasions, something I had...
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Anonymous asked: Is there a limit to how many submissions you post from one person?
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Anonymous asked: I'm too afraid to tell my parents, sister and boyfriend that I'm falling back into my eating disorder. This morning my boyfriend wrote me a letter talking about how proud he is that I'm not sick anymore. I could only smile.
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Sometimes I recognize your gait from across the street or I see the back of your head on a bus. I have a cardiovascular reaction for about three quarters of two seconds. I guess that’s the maximum amount of time that my emotions can overpower my brain. I know it’s not you. That wouldn’t make any sense. Funny thing is, I never mistakenly see anyone else.
submitted by joobtheory.
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Dashboard Confessional - The Swiss Army Romance
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guidingtruth asked: What does it take to become a true Creative Writer?
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In which Michael Waskom bought Infinite Jest on...
imreadinginfinitejest:
so, like, get ready for that.
So my friend Sam and I are both reading Infinite Jest and we’re going to blog about our experience with this book. Follow along, it’ll be fun.
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She might be the smartest girl I know
And yet, I get to wake up at 2 to her text messages of barely intelligible thought. She’s not drunk. It’s her custom greeting. I flip my phone open, to find it. “Roar” I put the phone down, for a second. Like a chess piece, I find myself unable to take my hand off of it, for fear I might lose my turn. I grab the phone again, and shoot back something simple. Hi. Hey....