October 2012
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September 2012
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“Love is sort of like this:
lunatic sex and lazy afternoon naps and most importantly: fun
and by fun I might mean playfulness
cause ultimately life is completely silly
It’s preposterous
being alive is preposterous”
August 2012
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July 2012
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What though the radiance which was once so bright
Be now for ever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind…
-William Wordsworth, “Ode: Intimations of Immortality”
June 2012
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May 2012
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March 2012
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February 2012
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November 2011
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AUTOBIOGRAPHY
Oh, both my shoes are shiny new,
And pristine is my hat;
My dress is 1922….
My life is all like that.
by Dorothy Parker
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October 2011
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WatchSometimes all you need is a stellar voice, a pretty face, and a guitar.
September 2011
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August 2011
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Childhood is not from birth to a certain age and at a certain age The child is grown, and puts away childish things. Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies. Nobody that matters, that is. Distant relatives of course Die, whom one never has seen or has seen for an hour, And they gave one candy in a pink-and-green stripéd bag, or a jack-knife, And went away, and cannot really be said to have...
July 2011
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June 2011
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