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United States, GEORGIA, ATLANTA, FULL OF HOUSES, English, SECRET, Female, 26-30, WRITING, PHOTOGRAPHY.
This is my blogchalk:
United States, GEORGIA, ATLANTA, FULL OF HOUSES, English, SECRET, Female, 26-30, WRITING, PHOTOGRAPHY.
Writing breaks open the vaults of the dead and the skies behind which the prophesying angels hide. - sylvia.plath
Nobody's creepy from the inside, Hazel. Some of them are sad, and some of them hurt, and some of them think they're the only real thing in the world. But they're not creepy. - Death
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Our existence deforms the universe. That's responsibility. -Delirium
2006-04-06 - 11:13 p.m.
Every morning opens windows. It's all in my head until I take it into my hands. I know the silent power of ghosting and the bright crash of laughter. I have the rhythm of a thousand forgiven broken promises tapping in my fingertips. It's a matter of uncurling the fist and the flower. Lotus blossoms become water lillies when the blood is up-ended and spinning. My face is resuming it's shape in your hands. I have more than a million stories left to be sung and my payment is your ear turning your eye to Me Now and carrying on with everything you have to say.
...and once it's been undone, my easy smile swallows the sunbeam.
Everyone qualifies to be part of my dream, part of your dream, part of our dream. Just figure out which dream it is.
Seriously. I think I might be my own absolution after all.
It's either me, or the random flute ushering the spring that afternoon you were hiding in the shower.
ulterior motives - fortune telling
