Artists are some of the most hard-working and loving people I know, conquering the daily grind but guarding their heart enough to piecemeal their art. It's a balancing act of colossal fortitude and it isn't easy.
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And I wanna sit outside in the dark except for the light of the distant moon with you and marvel at the perfectly ludicrous idea that men have traveled that far from home. We're both far from home and yet here we are - contently home.
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I am my mother and father's only child and thus I am inherently the sole creation and survivor of their violent and combustible union. I am the only witness and I am the lonely product of a regrettable amalgamation.
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I can't look at the sky and not think of you. I can't look at each and every single drop, every reflection of your eyes in the mirrors of the falling rain. I can't not think of you when the smells of the wet earth conquer my body like an invading army at the battle of I Love You More Than love.
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"Come with every wound and every woman you’ve ever loved; every lie you’ve ever told and whatever it is that keeps you up at night. Every mouth you’ve punched in, all the blood you’ve ever tasted. Come with every enemy you’ve ever made and all the family you’ve ever buried and every dirty thing you’ve ever done; every drink that’s burnt your throat and every morning you’ve woken with nothing and no one. Come with all your loss, your regrets, sins, memories, black outs, secrets. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than you." —Warsan Shire
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He asked me today if I'm happy. I said as long as I'm looking forward, not looking back. There's still so much hurt in his eyes and remorse in mine.
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We do a lot of sitting in silence these days, watching, touching, grazing, gazing into each other, being. Just being. We've spent so many years talking. So many long years. But we'd never touched each other's skin, felt the ways the shape of our faces changed in the palms of our hands when we smiled. Or laughed. Or kissed.
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After much deliberation (and finding the perfect spot to camp completely by ourselves in the mountains nestled right between two beautiful and fast flowing rivers) Mike and I have decided we're never coming home.
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I wish I could just come home and make everything alright for you. I wish I wouldn't regret not taking a chance and wonder for years ahead if I did that. I wish we were better for each other. I wish this journey I've taken to get some questions answered for myself wasn't hurting you so deeply in the process. I wish I'd realized how much you loved me when we were together. I wished I'd felt it.
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Sometimes you have to follow your stupid fucking heart even when it feels like it's dragging you through the mud, through the darkest depths of Hell with no promise of emerging, when it completely betrays you and everything you've ever known or believed to be true about your life now and in the days to come.
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Everything dead is reborn and the transition is startling. Instantly stagnant blood is coursing through me, my heart is beating with purpose and my entire body feels like a sponge.
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I have so many funny and heartwarming stories about this cat. He made all 5 apartments and houses he shared with us over the last 12 years a home and I'm completely devastated by this news.
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I see you on the horizon,
always just beyond reach
15 years and 1
2 years and 8
Medium term
My life is seasons of you
and seasons without.
Where have you been,
Where did you go,
I wanna rest my palms on your ribs
I wanna feel your chest pressed up against my back
I've survived this dust bowl
Your ocean colliding with my shores
Warmed contently by a rolling fog
Obscuring everything but each other
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The unsurprising consequences of my recent huge life decisions collided with me this weekend and the haunting emotion that accompanied the encounter first drained me of self-assurance then filled me with fear and doubt. And sadness. I'm a fairly smart woman but sometimes I can't predict how these things will affect me until they do. And then I drown in it because I never anticipated swimming.
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Time said: with me, everything's easier. Like my distorted silhouette spilling from the bottoms of my feet at sunset on a warm sunny day - never faltering and consistently comforting that the laws of nature haven't changed. Safety in knowing some things never waiver. Never. Some things are always there.
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Let's escape the dreary cities, birds of ill omen with fragmented wings and drenched in far too many lost and unfulfilled incarnations, tired and broken people. Overabundance of souls just looking to infect you with their incurable cancers and insincere laughter.
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Sometimes I wake and still have trouble remembering where I am. Sometimes the darkness is both liberating and suffocating. Sometimes I can still hear the melancholy notes of High Hopes partnered with the lingering aroma of pot and Camel cigarettes seeping through the crack underneath my bedroom door.
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Memories of you rolled in with the fog. I missed you so desperately, so thoroughly, so lucidly. And the more I tried in vain to catch my breath, the more the air around me seemed to recede into nothingness. I missed you.
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Sometimes there are signs or glimpses of warmer weather to come. This morning felt almost like Spring. By the time I walked out of my office at 6:30 it was dark and cold and blowing snow. Sometimes my bones absolutely ache in their yearning for warmth, for the warm sun on my skin.
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How much of your brief little life do you live in fear? In anger? In sadness? How often do you say "I love you" ? How often are you paying attention? Staying informed? Standing up for something? How many injustices have you witnessed today alone? Did you feel more apathy than rage? What's your plan to rectify that? When exactly do you plan to start giving a shit? How often do you wake up in the morning and think "I just can't do it" ?
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