I got into Loyola’s Master of Religious Studies Program!!
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"Other people are real…you can’t just fuck around with other people. We’re all real."The United States of Tara
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CDH turned 24, today…
If I’m only 16 in girl years, does that mean I could grow some more?! I’m pulling for 5’1”!!
…that’s like 16 in girl years.
Best wishes, red!
—Obs
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24
They say it’s my birthday… :)
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Everything about this is made of win.
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Oh Jensen…
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Doubt
Uncertainty wrapped icy hands
Around my heart
Freezing and stilling its beat
Which had always been for You -
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Happiness is harder
It is harder to write when your hands are cupping happiness and, far outside the shining barrier of your unconscious smile, negativity is a thing happening to other people. But harder is not a bad thing, harder is not a reason to shake a fist at the challenge and force contentment to escape through tight gaps in clenched fingers. Harder builds the muscles in your forearms, strengthens the tendons in your wrists, supports you from behind and allows you to carry the weight of the comfort in clenched teeth while using fingertips to jot down lines that do not come easily. Ideas do not disappear when elation flashes colour into the world, words simply camouflage themselves so that you must work to find them, so that when found and arranged, the idea they describe comes with accomplishment that glows in unison with the vibrancy you hold between grinning lips. If you find yourself surrounded by satisfaction, do not burst that bubble by lamenting a loss of muse, by cloaking yourself in pity so that words replace the ecstasy you held in your hands. Relish the challenge of chasing what used to be delivered to you and increase your fitness by carrying happiness and inspiration at the same time. It is harder but harder is not a bad thing.
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your poetry is officially amazing. you don't post a lot, but when you do, it's always such a pleasure to read. keep writing, and i hope you get the recognition you deserve. :-)Anonymous
Thank you, dear reader! I don’t usually publish stuff like this, but I shall this time for all the editors out there ;) Your words mean a lot, and I appreciate them very much. Happy reading!
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A Love Song
And you gave me a tattered copy
stained and frayed
of TS Eliot’s complete worksAnd you wrote in the yellowed cover
“I love you very much.
Let us go then…”And you seemed
prolific as Prufrock
lacking trailing melancholy
and I as treasured
as Jean Verdenal
sans expirationAnd I knew, with joy and sadness
that you poured through the poetry
solely for me,
to know me better
and to share something new
and beautiful
and to fall in love with my loveAnd with me, darling,
perhaps you’ll grow old
and wear the bottoms
of your trousers rolled
and I will sing to you
while you eat a peach
and we will make our own world
wrapped in novels and teacups
built in the chambers of the seaAnd we will read poems together
and make our lives poetry
read and inspiredLet us go then, you and I
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Oh please, if only! Try 20 mins before, with solos to sight read. Welcome to the life of a professional musician.
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OH
MY
GOSH.
