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bright young thing: December 2014
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Saturday, December 13, 2014. She's allowing a guilt complex to set in. There's a strange taste in my mouth about it. She's allowing all of the things she said she wouldn't. Doing it all wrong. And that's what she said from the start. The theme, if you will. She knew it from the very moment it began. It's always those trigger moments. When you're talking and no one heard you. The stories you told that no one was listening to. You're recording their words. making mental notes for later. Just the day to day.
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bright young thing: April 2013
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Sunday, April 21, 2013. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Inside-Out - The Official Topshop Blog. You have my attention. Musings, Aspirations, and Prose. Teach us to love. Life is a darling felicity. I go out of my way to walk on crunchy leaves. They Say He Killed a Man Just another WordPress.com site. A blog of all the things you don't care about. Paintings.Photographs.Pretty little life. Out came the sun. BEAUTY IS A RELIGION. Archives. (ooh. fancy.).
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bright young thing: September 2013
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Saturday, September 14, 2013. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Inside-Out - The Official Topshop Blog. You have my attention. Musings, Aspirations, and Prose. Teach us to love. Life is a darling felicity. I go out of my way to walk on crunchy leaves. They Say He Killed a Man Just another WordPress.com site. A blog of all the things you don't care about. Paintings.Photographs.Pretty little life. Out came the sun. BEAUTY IS A RELIGION.
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bright young thing: August 2013
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Friday, August 2, 2013. I have a good excuse. I've been horrible at posting. But, as you can see, I have a pretty good excuse…. We're having a baby! Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Inside-Out - The Official Topshop Blog. You have my attention. Musings, Aspirations, and Prose. Teach us to love. Life is a darling felicity. I go out of my way to walk on crunchy leaves. They Say He Killed a Man Just another WordPress.com site. Out came the sun. BEAUTY IS A RELIGION.
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bright young thing: August 2015
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Monday, August 10, 2015. Wishin and hopin. [and emergin.]. Why do we tie our worth to our romantic relationships? We feel on top of the world when we're with someone. like all of our insecurities slowly melt away. The person we love more than anyone else in the world, thinks our imperfections make us perfect for them. And so, when they leave. especially when they leave for someone else, we begin questioning our worth. I found myself wishing my hair wasn't curly anymore. Wishing I'd color it. I wished I w...
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bright young thing: November 2014
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Thursday, November 20, 2014. I think we're lost. My voice sounded so strange and even foreign. Like when you say a word over and over until it sounds silly. So i thought maybe i'd gone crazy for a moment;. And i let the silence swallow the words whole. Praying they'd erase them from short term memory. And i'm dumbfounded that no one else can see that the house is upside down. I keep telling myself it was designed this way. That there's something else amiss. It's a blaring, obvious statement. Or perhaps i...
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bright young thing: January 2015
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Saturday, January 3, 2015. I love the way my fingers find their way. On the worn pages. Words like a feast. The table, set and decorated. In that old world fashion. In this room that i've waited. And i prayed that in the very least. I'd find some hidden treasure. Scribbled near the crease. Some proof of it. Of the way you move in it. Of the way you think. Or explain them away. And make it plain. What have i forgotten. What have i to learn. What is it i'm holding. Fan the flames that still burn.
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bright young thing: f e t c h .
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Saturday, June 20, 2015. I’m going to remind you that this is all far fetched. Gloriously far fetched, but fetching. I could be next in line - next in the queue. All of these familiar feelings and unfamiliar ways. But I like it very much. So, for now. for today. until whenever it’s without question. If ever… I mean…. I’ll keep it in my pocket like a lucky stone. Anyway, there are these moments where I can just float along and forget. I hope and pray and dream and I can just be. Except that it isn’t.
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bright young thing: wishin and hopin. [and emergin.]
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Monday, August 10, 2015. Wishin and hopin. [and emergin.]. Why do we tie our worth to our romantic relationships? We feel on top of the world when we're with someone. like all of our insecurities slowly melt away. The person we love more than anyone else in the world, thinks our imperfections make us perfect for them. And so, when they leave. especially when they leave for someone else, we begin questioning our worth. I found myself wishing my hair wasn't curly anymore. Wishing I'd color it. I wished I w...
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bright young thing: February 2015
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Friday, February 27, 2015. I have hit the canyon floor. Wonder if i can take some more. My heart is broke; my head is sore. For better or for worse. I have told my love to leave. But i'm the only one to grieve. There's oxygen but i can't breathe. Is there blessing beyond this curse. Shaking in my bed alone. Clinging to all the promises i've known. But my heart is now without a home. And nothing's making sense. They say i should run away. Doesn't matter if i go or stay. Are you mine or will you stray.
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