February 2012
2 posts
"Thou knowest I am blind," said the angel,
“because mine eyes still retain the light of the Lord’s glory, I can perceive nothing else.” - Paulo Coelho
Spiritual progress is such a strange concept. I have been reading more and more about the eight limbs of yoga, slowly gaining a deeper understanding of what it is to sustain a spiritual practice. In yoga teacher training I developed a true spirituality for the first time...
The middle of my not yet so interesting...
I’ve had my share of disappointments, from the outside and the inside. Not being accepted into grad school was one of them, and both of them. I knew I was ready, but was I really? I’ll never know, it’s too late now. I excelled in philosophy as an undergrad. I loved the rush of understanding, the quiet clicking of pieces into places, assembling the puzzle of the world within the...
January 2012
4 posts
Outward orientation
I was recently evaluated at my job, as they do every 6 months to distribute raises. First, you must score yourself on various areas of aptitude. Then the manager scores you. 1 needs improvement. 2 meets expectations. 3 exceeds expectations. I tend to give myself a lot of 3s. I’m exceedingly accurate, I always put the customer first, I work harder than most of the people there.
But then...
A flock of baby love bugs
Or something more sinister
They haven’t their orange parts yet
Fly slow, so I know you won’t sting me
Fly low, so I know that you’re with me
When the wind blows, you don’t have to steer
When the wind chimes, you don’t have to hear
Oh how I used to pull you apart!
Sparkling breath, you’re already shiny on the inside
Sun...
Oh, nothing.
Living it
No Internet for the next 2 weeks. It’s really weird. I only use my laptop to charge my phone. I need more wii games.
My new home has a lot of character. What I like most about it is that it has a real shower. Second most: washer and dryer. Third: the way it’s segmented but connected. The rooms are connected in such a way that I can travel in a circle around the areas I use most. And...
December 2011
3 posts
New year.
New home.
New car.
New job?
New me?
Wreck
Crazy. Crazy. You know how often I use the word “crazy” every day? Everything’s crazy to me. But I’m okay with crazy.
Then something really crazy happens. Like, not okay crazy. But now that word is hollow and can’t express this new crazy thing.
*Le driving home from work* Thinking about my yogurt parfait and just cuddling with Cory. Maybe watch some Battlestar...
November 2011
13 posts
“How embarrassing it is to be human.”
– Kurt Vonnegut (via -clu-)
the-lady-amalthea:
I urge you to please notice
when you are happy,
and exclaim or murmur
or think at some point,
“If this isn’t nice,
I don’t know what is.”
— kurt vonnegut —
Muscles And sinews covered and tight,
Plucking silly strings,
The body asks,”why?”
The sun still seems
To spin around the earth,
Seas of green
Things unseen.
Murder in the playing field.
Catching up with the world,
We get caught up.
Title optional
Lamps like moons in the dead of night
Beds like tombs in the frosted light,
Shake me and shiver
Bend me limber.
Animal like souls, in flight or fight
We like snakes strangle and bite,
Sheaves like leaves
Huffs and heaves.
“Where did love begin? What human being looked at another and saw in their face...”
– Jeanette Winterson (via cassket)
“9
I broke your heart.
Now barefoot I tread
on shards.
17
...”
– Vera Pavlova, If There Is Something to Desire, 9, 17, 18 (via yesyes)
“For myself, I have no aim. I have no ambition. I will let myself be carried on...”
– From The Waves by Virginia Woolf (via funeral)
Personality Type Report for Anna Your Personality Preferences INTROVERT While you may not be anti-social, you do need (and deserve) your private time and space to retreat from the world. Unlike extroverts, you need to develop a concept of the world or some aspect of it before experiencing it. Too much socializing may sap your energies....
October 2011
8 posts
Change is the only constant
I don’t have my own room right now but I am officially living in my second home away from the nest. I do have a knack for making my nest though. It’s very different here, so secluded. Quiet. Except that I live with 5 musicians but it’s cool. I dig the feel, how everything is worn and antique. It’s like having no neighbors but trees and bugs. It’s Cory’s house...
I understand
There’s things you’d rather be doing. I just wish talking to me was one of those things.
My list of things I love about you
Quite funny Dark Unforgivably handsome I want you in a tux Soft suctiony kisses Adventures Deep hugs Intelligence, competency, and motive Energy Common interests You’re so silly! I want your babies. Comfort Loving Connection Honesty and trust! Lay back, relax. Naps and cuddles Passion, your sex Your hairs, your O face, Pelvic region in general. Your attention, your emotion Drive Openness to...
I have beautiful long hair
But to work, I have to tie it back.
I dazzle when I’m free, but to eat I have to give up rights.
I disagree with what I sell. I sell meat to buy vegetables
And drugs and plastic, so much plastic.
I know better than the world around me.
But I know the world knows better than it behaves.
And so do I. So do I.
Thong: idk $8
Watching my boyfriend put my thong on my cat: Free I guess
Being with someone who makes life interesting: Priceless duh
Let's do something romantic
Like have a staring contest.
Funny how
Being a vegetarian at once makes me feel better connected with life and often alienated from society. I can’t stand thinking about pulled pork. I am disgusted at hunks of meat. I both understand it and don’t.
September 2011
2 posts
Ukulele blues
My daddy told me From miles away You gotta get your education cuz they can’t take that away
Oh lord all the things That never stay Oh daddy what I learned they can’t take that away
Smokin’ takes your voice And cryin’ takes your tears Livin’ takes your money But sometimes it takes your fears
Oh lord all the things that never stay Oh daddy what I learned they...
When a man walks into a room, he brings his whole life with him. He has a million reasons for being anywhere. Just ask him. If you listen, he’ll tell you how he got there. How he forgot where he was going and then woke up. If you listen, he’ll tell you about the time he thought he was an angel, or dreamt of being perfect. And then he’ll smile with wisdom, content that he...
August 2011
6 posts
Momentary escape
One that lasts forever.
Truly lovely time I had with my lovelove. We arrived in Galveston around noon, set up camp. There were a couple RVs and one tent in our loop. But everyone pretty much just kept to themselves. There was lots of space, no one was ever in the restroom which worked well for me because I shit 4 times a day when I was there. We packed lots of fruit, fresh veggies for salads,...
Fresh leaves
I’ve always worn make up pretty much every day. I guess out of habit, and for the sake of looking a little better. I’ve always had skin problems since the beginning of puberty so there was always that and I’ve fought with it for years.
I’m turning over a new leaf, no make up. No benzoyl peroxides, so salicylic acids, no astringents, none of that shit. No masks. No...
“The journey itself is my home.”
— Matsuo Bashō”
– (via journalofanobody)
July 2011
18 posts
Cory: You can have my eyes when I die.
ME: Why?? What shall I do with them?
Cory: But I can look at you. Even when I’m gone.
ME: Can I have your penis too?
like when…either one of us is on top…not in domination…but by chance…and we are locked in french…i feel like it completes an energy cycleit’s amazing
“I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born...”
– Sylvia Plath (via maisondesfleurs)
Maybe dyin’s not so bad, ya know, You go to the place where everybody goes, George Washington, William Shakespeare Jimi Hendrix, Cleopatra, our grandfathers, And children, they all go there. Besides it’s not really a where, It’s not even a place you can go. But then again, who really knows..
Dyin’s not good and it’s not easy for anyone Especially those who lose the...
"the most beautiful words were those which were...
All these words, sentences, paragraphs, and chapters They make me question all virtue, All value. What is it really? What is it that makes a man great, rather than good? What is it that marks the difference between the villain and the hero? So often, I cannot tell. Because reality isn’t like the comic books, and often times the villain is who you’d least expect.
Sometimes the villain...
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