 My favorite diaries:
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che profile - diary |
| comments: it's a myth, i would have had to have eaten a pound and a half/she still thinks they're poisonous/i still think they look delicious////while i hold her/in my arms i/get lonesome for you/i let myself/get lonesome for you |
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contrivance profile - diary |
| comments: i was naked when i touched down, nothing at all on me/seemed like everything in me. |
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dinosaurs profile - diary |
| comments: my mistake was taking them out of context./yanking them out of handwritten letters and/homemade tshirts,/hologram pogs and lovesongs written/about other people. it never pays to strive for the tangible. |
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endserenadng profile - diary |
| comments: tell me, howdoyoulikemenow?/(no standards of any kind to break/no creeds to disavow)////and/eyelash/ilash/i'm lashing out,/wide eyed,/worth it. |
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hanged profile - diary |
| comments: photographs |
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littlemoons profile - diary |
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manzanas profile - diary |
| comments: We're monuments sitting at tables,/Some statues just buttering bread./We shake, but we're markedly stable,/Hollow, but very well-read. |
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ohmyjetsabel profile - diary |
| comments: i'm on my knees in pieces for winter, for him////& now THERE'S A GUN IN YOUR HAND AND A WOLF AT YOUR WINDOW AND THE WHOLE WORLD IS WAITING OUTSIDE. |
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orchidprint profile - diary |
| comments: They are "you"s when they are really "him"s because they are "me" and much as "I", and I am listening very, very closely. |
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permeation profile - diary |
| comments: photographs |
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pondlife profile - diary |
| comments: I’m waiting. The tall blades danced, swirled beneath my palms, and I couldn’t help but smile. Standing in the middle of a field in a rainstorm on a Wednesday afternoon, grinning like Jim Nightshade on his magic carousel. God help me. |
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sadgreeneye profile - diary |
| comments: Arms stretched on a bed from end to end/There's nothing here but an island |
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shutupmom profile - diary |
| comments: I WISH HE WAS MY REAL LIFE BUDDY. AND WE WATCHED THE CARTOON NETWORK TOGETHER. AND ME AND MEG DRANK WHISKEY AND MADE FUN OF JACKS HAIR AND SHOES AND BUBBLE BUTT TOGETHER. |
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sleepystorm profile - diary |
| comments: perhaps the slowing of ourselves has become hard as held hands |
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sunkship profile - diary |
| comments: i listened to you talk about soul. sometimes you wouldn't even let me look at the clock. we wanted everything pure, we wanted science and astronomy and we wanted to see our atoms. we wanted. |
My favorite music: |
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Manchester Orchestra |
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Radiohead |
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At the Drive-In |
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The White Stripes |
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Bright Eyes |
| comments: & then i swear, the list is pages long. |
My favorite movies: |
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Almost Famous |
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Garden State |
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The Phantom of the Opera |
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Requiem for a Dream |
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Juno |
| comments: super-bad, knocked up. |
My favorite authors: |
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Bukowski |
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e.e. cummings |
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Eireann Corrigan |
| comments: You Remind me of You |
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Sexton |
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I don't have many favorite authors |
| comments: because usually I don't like more than one or two things they've written, but favorite books: poisonwood bible, time traveler's wife, the god of small things, kite runner. |
