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Composition 51 | Rythm in Blues

(c) Daniel Buchner Compositions

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Mary Ruefle, during last night’s offsite reading at ACT Theatre, performing what she called “Fitted Sheet”. I’ve never seen such crisp lines on folded linens.. #wavepoetrytour2014 #awp14

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Consider the word consider, which originally meant “to observe the stars.”

-Mary Ruefle, Madness, Rack, and Honey

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"Do I Like U" by LIZ

How is every LIZ song great? Seriously. She releases a new song and it’s perfect and I’m transported back to 2001 and tracksuits as outfits and low-rise jeans even though my body was too “body” to wear them and body glitter and giggling in health class and making out with that boy I was obsessed with in the back of the bus and … I could go on. It’s LIZ’s nostalgic world and we’re just remembering it. 

Earlier:

"U Over Them"

"All Them Boys"

"Stop Me Cold"

"Day N’ Nite"

"Horoscope"

(Cloud I FB)

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I spend more time with my journal than I spend with myself. The end.

Mary Ruefle, from “Spikenard” in Trances of the Blast

(via volaream)

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I am in my own mind. I am locked in the wrong house.

Anne Sexton, from The Year Of The Insane (via violentwavesofemotion)

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Once I was beautiful, now I am myself.

Anne Sexton (via thegoldeneternity)

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Thank you for assuming elves are literate. Most elves are born with the ancient language already within them. We can read and write in our cribs: it is not uncommon for elders to converse at length with their babies on such topics as philosophy and math.

Bienvenido el Duende by Trinie Dalton (via muumuuhouse)

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If there is an elf in crisis, we take him to the Supreme Elf Counselor in order to determine whether or not he can be alleviated of his pains. Then an Elf Council votes on his right to end his own life. Catholic Elves dispute this, but suicide has traditionally been the most merciful way to end misery. Very few elves wish to kill themselves, however. Only the males are allowed to contemplate it.

Bienvenido el Duende by Trinie Dalton (via muumuuhouse)

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“You can pretend for a long time, but one day it all falls away and you are alone. We are alone in the most beautiful place in the world…”

Jean Rhys (via greatauthorquotes)

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Selected unpublished blog posts of a Mexican Panda Express employee

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"i want my legs to be 50 feet long and i want to step on things and say 'oops' very sarcastically."

- Megan Boyle

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“Something was comforting about strangers—it seemed like they would exist forever as the same, unknowable mass.”

Megan Boyle (via greatauthorquotes)

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a parody of myself when drunk would be me lying on someone’s lap, touching their face really slowly with no objective

from “selected unpublished blog posts of a mexican panda express employee” by megan boyle (via yureigirl)

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104 books based on 3 votes: i will never be beautiful enough to make us beautiful together by Mira Gonzalez, White Out: The Secret Life of Heroin by Mich…

this is the best list i will ever be on/the one i’m most excited about/the people who inspire me to keep writing/the people i will read every book by/etc.

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She was alone. She put down her money and realized for the second time that she was out of cigarettes, and felt horrible and hung over and nothing like a slut.

The girl walked through the city that day, and it was cold and dark, and the sky was uglier than it had ever been, but not as ugly as the boy she had slept with, and she realized that she was twenty-one, and she thought of her life, “What a waste.” And nothing convinced her otherwise.

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JEFFREY, VINCENT, JEFFREY AND VINCENT’S FATHER, AND THE WOMAN IN THE PHOTOGRAPH BY BRANDON SCOTT GORRELL

                Family tragedies are the saddest. If a family member falls but nobody watches it is not a tragedy. That is simply another part of life. Objects of failure deserve some sort of respect at the very end. Unfortunately the tragedy usually happens long after anything could be done about it. What occurs after the refinement of the decline is that people are brought together out of a familial bond. Strangely every family has this bond in varying degrees of strength. Funerals manage to bring everyone together in a single location for a short period of time. During this emotionally vulnerable period the death onlookers (as funeral attendees are called) attempt to make plans to meet again. Reconnect, that scary word is thrown around casually. 

                Every family member gets there in a slightly different way. Age differences make such things particularly awkward. Speaking terms or no speaking terms are torn asunder as new rules regarding engagement are written. With a divorce speaking terms become infinitely complicated. The exchanges between the varying individuals mean that ‘quality time’ gains a whole other meaning as time is rationed off into unequal doses. For children divorces can be nasty elongated things, race tracks that cycle between the two sets of parents. Children are shuttled between the two sets becoming pawns without knowing it sometimes. When the children know they are pawns that gives them a degree of free reign to rule over everything. 

                The original child gets a stepchild and a new mom. Neither one of these things was ever asked for, simply given. Weddings, re-weddings are bizarre rituals where no one feels entirely comfortable. Re-weddings are déjà vu for the participants. A new child means the relationship becomes whole once more with the bearing of living, breathing, and crying fruit. Stepchildren have difficulties dealing with each other initially. In fact it can be hard to ultimately handle the fact that there is a new line, of genetic material going onward indefinitely into the world. Sometimes it becomes too difficult to handle and is left completely alone. 

                Loneliness is one way of dealing with the complications. Divorce, the second time around, hurts worse. Convinced that life is going to be spent entirely alone the person gradually decays wanting to simply live out the remaining days without anyone bothering them. Upon death everyone is forced to come together, say a few words, and return back to their lives. After any funeral the only goal is to mourn the death and to continue to be left alone by the world, hidden in grief.