Category: Catharsis
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the fields are frozen gold
As though ten winters have passed since we arrived, thin ice beneath our heels, snowflakes in our breath. Lucent white in ten miles’ sight no sign of impending summer. Yet somebody dreamt of this perfect world. Such a waste of lush green pastures every leaf chilled to the very spine – botanical shards of piercing ice.…
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point blank
“Happiness is the best revenge, you know? Just be happy. It’s a choice.” ― Emily Giffin, Heart of the Matter
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The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West
“She dropped her shyness like a nightgown, and in the liquid glare of sunlight on old boards she held up her hands-as if, in the terror of the upcoming skirmish, she had at last understood that she was beautiful. In her own way.” ― Gregory Maguire, Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the…
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camera obscura
“Maybe the only thing each of us can see is our own shadow. Carl Jung called this his shadow work. He said we never see others. Instead we see only aspects of ourselves that fall over them. Shadows. Projections. Our associations. The same way old painters would sit in a tiny dark room and trace…
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headlights, buggies, immaculate Pixar movies
So this lifelong paper chase concludes in February with the Bachelor’s degree conferred on me yet the anticipated pride hasn’t hit, let alone any sense of accomplishment at having survived the insanely rigorous rite of passage into the adults’ society. Why then, did this flimsy piece of paper hold more intrigue ten years ago, than…
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152. passing judgements
Detest moments when people decide I’m a pushover. Or I’m a slut, or that I’m a bimbo or a retard. Maybe I’m a little bit of all of these, but who are you to judge. I say moments because I’m almost certain it’s not fully intentional, unless of course it’s fully with intent then I…