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Eleanor Douglas: 07/17/15
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By Natty Beth Taylor. Love Always, Natty. Friday, July 17, 2015. Sounds like you're listening. Girl: can you hear the tick-tock of my wristwatch darling? Girl: can you hear the thum-thum of my heartbeat darling? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Things I needed to say. Things you needed to hear. Thanks for Reading. View my complete profile. A poem you can understand. The Last Payphone in Manhattan. Rosyln luna grey ☾. I am the princess, and you are the pea. I Won't Let The Lines Die (A Blog Review In Poetry).
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Eleanor Douglas: God Drew Me with a Crayon (Live)
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By Natty Beth Taylor. Love Always, Natty. Thursday, April 23, 2015. God Drew Me with a Crayon (Live). God drew me with a crayon. He started with the eyes. He taped together a sky-something-ocean-blue crayon and a pine-scented-asparagus-green crayon and went to work. And God, He colored outside the lines a little bit because something about a metaphor about looking beyond yourself. 8220;Look closer,” He said. 8220;Look harder,” He said. 8220;Speak kindly.”. God said, “Taste sweetly.”. He rounded off my jo...
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Eleanor Douglas: Sounds like you're listening
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By Natty Beth Taylor. Love Always, Natty. Friday, July 17, 2015. Sounds like you're listening. Girl: can you hear the tick-tock of my wristwatch darling? Girl: can you hear the thum-thum of my heartbeat darling? July 17, 2015 at 9:40 PM. Woah Im floored. you are brilliant. and I miss you terribly. July 18, 2015 at 12:30 AM. Yes yes yes. Yes. This is real. So good. Real talk, when I saw your blog has a new post I about cried.). July 21, 2015 at 10:15 AM. November 19, 2015 at 7:23 PM. Yours Truly, Sarah.
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Eleanor Douglas: 03/20/15
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By Natty Beth Taylor. Love Always, Natty. Friday, March 20, 2015. Sometimes people decide that a one-way ticket to the moon is the best way out of here. I don't think they realize how many broken hearts they'll be leaving behind. One less high school diploma. One less name read at graduation. I thought I knew what pain was. I thought I would at least try to keep those sunflowers alive but they've dried out and they're just sitting in front of my picture of him and I'm sorry. She said I'm broken. What Hap...
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Eleanor Douglas: 03/17/15
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By Natty Beth Taylor. Love Always, Natty. Tuesday, March 17, 2015. I'm not always the best kid. My parents always taught me: never pray with your eyes open and never sleep that way either. Say please and thank you and keep your elbows off the table. And always come after the first time your father calls you. But dad called and I pretended that I didn't hear him. And I forgot to say thank you when she gave me those flowers. And I always eat with at least one elbow up. And I'm not always the best kid.
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Eleanor Douglas: 01/21/15
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By Natty Beth Taylor. Love Always, Natty. Wednesday, January 21, 2015. Song for this post:. Sloom - Of Monsters and Men. I'll pray for you sister. I'll pray for your heartache and your heartbreak and your sorrow 7 years in advance. I'll pray for your protection. Oh dear God please bless my sister. You're only 10 but one day you'll be 17. You'll be 17 for only 365 days. But it might feel like forever. You'll be 17 in 7 years and I won't be here. I'll wait for you sister. I'll pray for you sister.
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Eleanor Douglas: 05/25/15
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By Natty Beth Taylor. Love Always, Natty. Monday, May 25, 2015. I don't think Rhonda ever read my blog. Graduation is on Thursday and I'm scared. Goodbyes are going to be quicker than I want them to be and more painful than I want them to be. But I have a few things that need to be said. To put it so eloquently: High School honestly sucked. High school has taught me that the majority of the time the most important things are the most neglected and the things that don't matter get the most attention.
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Eleanor Douglas: Music
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By Natty Beth Taylor. Love Always, Natty. Songs for rainy days:. Montana - Youth Lagoon. After The Storm - Mumford and Sons. Winter Hymnal - Fleet Foxes. You and I - Ingrid Michaelson. Samson - Regina Spektor. Banana Pancakes - Jack Johnson. Songs for all the heart break:. I Can't Help Falling in Love - Ingrid Michaelson. All I Want - Kodaline. The Blower's Daughter - Damien Rice. I Can't Make You Love Me - Bon Iver. I Will Follow You Into The Dark - Death Cab For Cutie. I'm Not The Only One - Sam Smith.
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Eleanor Douglas: 05/15/15
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By Natty Beth Taylor. Love Always, Natty. No posts. Show all posts. No posts. Show all posts. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Things I needed to say. Things you needed to hear. Thanks for Reading. View my complete profile. A poem you can understand. The Last Payphone in Manhattan. Rosyln luna grey ☾. I am the princess, and you are the pea. I Won't Let The Lines Die (A Blog Review In Poetry). This is the 27th time i've written about you. Yours Truly, Sarah. This is getting personal. It is to observe.
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Eleanor Douglas: Sleeping Sickness
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By Natty Beth Taylor. Love Always, Natty. Saturday, March 28, 2015. Aching fingers. Trembling hearts. Aching hearts. Trembling fingers. Your throat got coated with the tears that didn't make it past your eyes because your eyes refused to be seen watered down and dirty. And the next week you got sick. You cried so much your throat became hoarse and cracked and bleeding and your stomach was like a reservoir - filling with the tears you cried each night. Diagnosis: Aching fingers. Trembling heart. March 30,...