November 2010
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The Anatomy of An Aguamala: "Dreams feel real... →
anne-atomy:
A train had hit me. The Kick. “By upsetting the equilibrium of a dreamer you can wake them from a dream and return them to reality.”
My head was buzzing and my lips felt soft like I’d been kissed by little moth wings in my dreams. My hair a mess of tangles, clenched and curled by lovers’ hands….
July 2010
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honeyblood:
So plant your skulls, in the earth. And grow bone trees, to sheild your grief. Bright white trees, and nectarines. We’ll write postards to the love sick sea. And sleep under the ivory canopy.
“I wonder how many people I’ve looked at all my life and never seen.”
– The Winter of Our Discontent by John Steinbeck (via pinpricks)
April 2010
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February 2010
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Stop and read this, you are beautiful inside and...
The other day while walking through Old Ventura, I noticed someone had posted messages on some of the vintage store windows. The first read, “Do you even realize how utterly amazing you are?” but as I watched the other pedestrians walk right on by, apparently no one did.
While I made an afternoon of searching for the sweet messages, everyone else simply ignored them. At the end of my adventure I...
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