February 2012
Eavesdropping on the plane tonight:
The man behind me: “My son got up one day, drove his truck out along the highway, sat in the middle of no where, and shot himself in the head. I don’t get it. He had everything you could ever want. A wife and kid, an good job, a house, a good life. But he just couldn’t bare to exist anymore. And the thing that really gets me is that his wife is okay with it, well as okay as you...
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“You need to learn how to select your thoughts just the same way you select your...”
–  Elizabeth Gilbert  (via a-place-to-stand)  I tried to explain this to someone once. They weren’t in a place to hear it. The power to chose what thoughts you focus on is an incredible thing. Maybe I’m describing denial, but it gets me through. 
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lolamigas: perfect For Julia. 
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So frustrated.
Today was awful.
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1. “You cant love anything more than something you miss.” 2. I made it for you to ruin. 3. We are intrepid.
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I'm so sick I can't sleep.
Where’s the nyquil when you need it?
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i can not sleep 
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The Old Poets of China
awainwright: Wherever I am, the world comes after me. It offers me its busyness. It does not believe that I do not want it. Now I understand why the old poets of China went so far and high into the mountains, then crept into the pale mist. — Mary Oliver
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Dear So and So,
I am so sorry.  I erred tonight.  I know where you are, because I’ve been there too. It killed a small part of me. Made me jaded. I hope you handle it better then I did. I’m sure you will. You are so well adjusted. (Even if you don’t believe it.) I will never understand why this keeps happening. I can’t even put into words how highly I think of you. There is something...
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