April 2011
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Canterbury Tweets →
**I like:
TheMiller2011 Robyn Miller @ @WifeofBath2011 Those be the first true words in all your speeches! Now come over here; I’m dropping my breeches.#canterburytweets3 hours ago Favorite Undo Retweet ReplyWifeofBath2011 Alisoun Bath @ @TheMiller2011 Your tweet hints self-love I should regret, but I’ll take whatever I can get. #canterburytweets3 hours ago
wwnorton:
Our...
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Good Girl →
My friend Reba posted this. I like it because I have mostly always been a “good girl.” Sometimes it makes me sick.
mlleh:
Look at you, sitting there being good. After two years you’re still dying for a cigarette. And not drinking on weekdays, who thought that one up? Don’t you want to run to the corner right now for a fifth of vodka and have it with cranberry juice and a nice...
Hearts Afire: Tina Fey's Prayer for her Daughter →
I *heart* Tina Fey.
restorationproject:
heartsafireandhappy:
(posted by a friend on facebook. so freakin’ funny)
Tina Fey’s Prayer For Her Daughter
First, Lord: No tattoos. May neither Chinese symbol for truth nor Winnie-the-Pooh holding the FSU logo stain her tender haunches. May she be Beautiful but not Damaged, for it’s the Damage that…
As funny as this is it made me cry because it...
This song is one that I love. Through all the...
I’m posting this song not because it’s...
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When I was Young, I Sat on Beanbag Chairs
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A thousand doors ago when I was a lonely kid in a big house with four garages and it was summer as long as I could remember, I lay on the lawn at night, clover wrinkling over me, the wise stars bedding over me, my mother's window a funnel of yellow heat running out, my father's window, half shut, an eye where sleepers pass, and the boards of the house were smooth and white as wax and...
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I don't mean to get personal, but poetry does that...
This poem came into my life when I was sixteen years old, a time when all I wanted was for someone to mend my life. At the end of the previous summer, my childhood home had caught fire and burnt down. I watched it burn and everything from that point on changed. This poem found me during some weekend scholarship retreat for “smart kids,” a weekend where I realized that I was socially...
