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I'm Elizabeth. Humanist.
This is a safe place. I do my best to have open ears. So, please don't hesitate to speak your mind. I love you all and want you to have good days every day.
Oh. And I used to study Religious History but my brain broke so I had to take a break. Right now I write words and play music to cope.
~ Sunday, April 20 ~
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Dinner!

Dinner!


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Relax by Ellen Bass

hedgehogs-dilemma:

Bad things are going to happen.
Your tomatoes will grow a fungus
and your cat will get run over.
Someone will leave the bag with the ice cream
melting in the car and throw
your blue cashmere sweater in the drier.
Your husband will sleep
with a girl your daughter’s age, her breasts spilling
out of her blouse. Or your wife
will remember she’s a lesbian
and leave you for the woman next door. The other cat—
the one you never really liked—will contract a disease
that requires you to pry open its feverish mouth
every four hours, for a month.
Your parents will die.
No matter how many vitamins you take,
how much Pilates, you’ll lose your keys,
your hair and your memory. If your daughter
doesn’t plug her heart
into every live socket she passes,
you’ll come home to find your son has emptied
your refrigerator, dragged it to the curb,
and called the used appliance store for a pick up—drug money.
There’s a Buddhist story of a woman chased by a tiger.
When she comes to a cliff, she sees a sturdy vine
and climbs halfway down. But there’s also a tiger below.
And two mice—one white, one black—scurry out
and begin to gnaw at the vine. At this point
she notices a wild strawberry growing from a crevice.
She looks up, down, at the mice.
Then she eats the strawberry.
So here’s the view, the breeze, the pulse
in your throat. Your wallet will be stolen, you’ll get fat,
slip on the bathroom tiles of a foreign hotel
and crack your hip. You’ll be lonely.
Oh taste how sweet and tart
the red juice is, how the tiny seeds
crunch between your teeth.

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i love the kennedys

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i love the kennedys


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Best lil’ Easter beastie.

Best lil’ Easter beastie.


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Edwardian house

ilikeoldthings:

Edwardian house


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Even when I’m 200 miles away, my mother finds ways to disappoint me.

Even when I’m 200 miles away, my mother finds ways to disappoint me.


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Bitty beasties

Bitty beasties


~ Saturday, April 19 ~
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The Surreal Photography of Oleg Oprisco

dprblog:

The Surreal Photography of Oleg Oprisco


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raptorific:

Nia and I found this book in the library. There is no context, description, or listed author. Every page is a picture of Humphrey Bogart. The only words we could find were the title and the dedication.


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