1.06.12

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12.28.10
12.28.10

I had The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath on hold at the library

  • But I didn't have time to collect it. So now I have to pay the hold fee and rejoin the waiting list.
12.17.10

Holidays

  • I have spent the last two weeks doing very little. I don't even leave the house most days. Except to go for a run. I would prefer to join the gym, which is free at the moment for students, except I am too lazy and, ashamedly, scared to go. It is getting too hot to run outside and the gym is extremely appealing with its air-conditioning. Luckily, air-con has been installed in our new house. Now I have an excuse not to go running and a reason not to bother joining the gym.
12.17.10
  • Up above you have been hanged
  • Like a ballgown on the power-lines
  • Left to dry.
  • Tangled folds of bone and skin,
  • Limp strands, golden fibres singed to
  • Charcoal lattice.
  • Your lucid hide painted
  • With a merlot glaze and tortured
  • By the furnace.
  • To match your eyes of frosted glass,
  • Clandestine red pen maps within,
  • Star-crossed and poisoned;
  • X marks the spot.
12.01.10
12.01.10
12.01.10

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12.01.10
“ I don’t exactly know what I mean by that, but I mean it. ”
The Catcher in the Rye, J.D. Salinger (via livinginthelabyrinth)

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12.01.10
vintagememoir:

She never had much to hold on to,
No home,
no family to call her own
and yet she kept all hopes alive.
Dreaming of a future where she would 
stumble upon the greatest treasures of all…
Her imagination creating doors for an
optimism that brought her strength
to the highest peak…
as she grew older in a world that
somehow left her all alone…
She was a dreamer with nothing to hold to
but her dreams,
and somehow despite it all,
it seemed like more than enough.

vintagememoir:

She never had much to hold on to,

No home,

no family to call her own

and yet she kept all hopes alive.

Dreaming of a future where she would 

stumble upon the greatest treasures of all…

Her imagination creating doors for an

optimism that brought her strength

to the highest peak…

as she grew older in a world that

somehow left her all alone…

She was a dreamer with nothing to hold to

but her dreams,

and somehow despite it all,

it seemed like more than enough.

(via poetdreamer)

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