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"Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else’s opinions, their lives a mimicry,..."

Mon, 15 Apr 2013 21:30:56 -0400

“Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else’s opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.”

- Oscar Wilde (via ihatenietzsche)

veganymph: Start the day out with a mug of warm water and the...

Mon, 04 Mar 2013 08:55:48 -0500

veganymph:

Start the day out with a mug of warm water and the juice of half a lemon.

Boosts your immune system

Balances pH

Helps with weight loss

Aids digestion

Acts as a gentle, natural diuretic

Clears skin

Hydrates the lymph system

Read more here.

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"Everything changes when you start to emit your own frequency rather than absorbing the frequencies..."

Sat, 23 Feb 2013 10:40:18 -0500

“Everything changes when you start to emit your own frequency rather than absorbing the frequencies around you, when you start imprinting your intent on the universe rather than receiving an imprint from existence.”

- Barbara Marciniak (via considerthishippie)

Fooood

Tue, 19 Feb 2013 13:20:51 -0500

Fooood

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Mon, 11 Feb 2013 00:09:01 -0500

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Sat, 09 Feb 2013 11:03:22 -0500

Better late

Tue, 05 Feb 2013 00:26:48 -0500

I’ve been carrying my grandfather’s death certificate in my purse for two weeks. Although I’d like it not to be as morbid as it sounds, I’m pretty sure it’s somewhat indicative of my mental status lately. I initially put it there for convenience, as I had nowhere else to keep it when I received it during the wake. I was supposed to use it to get my dad some sort of refund on the 800 dollar flight ticket he bought me to attend the services last minute, but it turns out Southwest doesn’t give a flying fuck (pun intended) about sudden individualistic tragedies. Lately when I’m not experiencing some degree of angry manic emotion, I find myself rather apathetic and it reflects in the way I communicate. I am mostly too tired to care about life until I realize I’m practically 50 years old when it comes to regret and inferiority complex over missed experiences and what I should have accomplished at this point in my life ( I’m really 23, which equivocates to a whole lot of “What do you do?” and “What are you like?” when it comes to meeting my peers these days…neither of which I have a response for. Ridiculous…who doesn’t know how to respond to that? Seems like it’s just me, these days. And my boyfriend, who feels a lot of the same.) Anyway, I cleaned out my purse a few days ago and threw out that which no longer serves me, something I wish I could do with real life situations but that’s a joke because I have no coping skills for real change. That would have been the ideal time to reassign a home for my grandpa’s death certificate, like filed away with other important papers I’d like to not throw away. So I ended up taking it out of my bag and filing it away safely. Not even thirty seconds went by before I took it back out of its new home and put it back in my bag. Hence, definitely indicative of my mental status. I’m sure someone would categorize it as some form of grieving but I’m fairly certain it doesn’t quite fit with the typical stages of grief. Although with a degree in social work you would think I wouldn’t be so quick to rule it out as something relevant. But these days I’m anything but what I should be. His name was Paul and he died of a heart attack, mostly. It says that tobacco use probably contributed to his (natural) death in some way. I couldn’t stop reading that part when I got it. I was quite perturbed by it, because it seemed like material compiled for a survey, not at all relevant to anything. In fact, in spite of the book I brought and the pleasurable variety of magazines on the airplane, I chose as my reading material the carbon paper of death that had made its way to the bottom of my purse. He was lost for so long. I feel lost right now. There are plenty of days when I feel like me, but I mostly forget who I am. I don’t want to waste away.

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Thu, 17 Jan 2013 12:41:44 -0500

“Thoughts”

Thu, 17 Jan 2013 12:41:17 -0500

“Thoughts”

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Thu, 17 Jan 2013 12:41:06 -0500

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Thu, 17 Jan 2013 12:40:46 -0500

Suck out fuel from my veins, replace with cement. Active thought, convert to static. Labor my...

Sun, 13 Jan 2013 15:04:19 -0500

Suck out fuel from my veins, replace with cement. Active thought, convert to static. Labor my breathing and pressure my heart, become what is nothing but nothing to start and let me let me sleep

Tree water

Wed, 09 Jan 2013 13:09:48 -0500

When all I want is to restore what has never been for him I find myself in this cave carved into a cliff, where light seeps in but cannot find a way out. Those times I only see the hazy threat of the violent waves thousands of feet below, no way to escape those dedicated winds from leaning into you, stroking your skin, touseling your hair with a vengeance before you lose your footing and fall, reminding me how small and insignificant I really am. That is my terrifying fear after I finish a cup of coffee and shake my way into manic thoughts of death and losing what matters to me, you. Those insane secret feelings reduce me to everything we ridicule in those glorious moments we reign over the world, but I feel the wind growing stronger at the edge of the cliff I am paralyzed on. There are no such things as signs. Nothing happens for a reason outside of coincidence. All hope is false hope and there is no greater meaning to life. This and all other things are true, only they can’t be. I am one with the masses I laugh at but I will never be the same as them, and that is why I feel so sullen. I have slept a thousand years and I have visited the minds of the most brilliant people in history and still you are the only beautiful face I have ever seen, the only mind that intrigues mine enough to question everything. Every day I am alive is hopeless until I see your face and then it’s as though I don’t have to feel sad anymore because I hold the world in my arms and in my heart, but it moves me to a place of sadness, sadness that makes me real. You fear you have created craters in my belief system that will make me jaded and lonely, take the sparkle out of my eyes. No no sweet, you have given me permission to question everything I know and that has strengthened me and enlivened me. You are the key to the lock I have chained myself to in this cave, and if you are the wind, I will willingly fall forever.

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Tue, 01 Jan 2013 11:09:09 -0500

hellanne: (by holly henry)

Sun, 30 Dec 2012 18:14:54 -0500

hellanne:

(by holly henry)

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