highly opinionated writer
DH
lunch break for pixies
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of sadness
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i think the phrase 'i decided' or 'so and so decided' is such a perfect intro for a sentence. it shows a certain confidence and finality and conviction that can't do anything but make you feel good about yourself. i am working on using that phrase more often.
supress that deep haunting feeling. fill it up with music. the sound that enters and falls and lands right in the place that is pain. good pure sad, all that was, all that may be, all that might have been. what if hope is all that keeps me going? what do you do when your to-do list is all crossed off?
a large percentage of what we think is based on the feeling we get from it. but then, how can you be sure your feelings are correct? if your brain make-up is slightly off, does this affect the accuracy of your feelings? and then the feelings we get from people or situations ultimately set our moods as well, and what are the chances it would all work out and anyone be truly happy? i think you have a better chance at being happy by ignoring these things.
it amazes me how people can talk away on their cell phones with everyone else listening to their entire conversation.
women are always acting. we are always trying to be something for someone, to have that certain look on our face, that the certain someone wants, that we know without them telling us. and if we fail to play the part we are shunned.
thoughts after watching the hours:
it never ceases to amaze me how women can continue to carry on with their lives. how intricate and insane we are, and how men cannot relate to us. yet we continue to have relationships with them, on whatever level, and continue to experience such raw emotions, so piercing, threatening to take our very existence. there are times when we are pushed to this brink daily, continuously, until the night falls and sleep affords us peace. but then dreams can be worse than reality. and sleep can be elusive. when the light pierces through the blinds, in the first second you open your eyes and become aware, terribly aware, that you must face the day, it is then that temptation is strongest.
ignorance is bliss they say, and it's fearfully true. too much knowledge and too much experience just make each moment more painful. a man will never understand what lies behind our charming eyes, how we can hide the pain if we want to, or how brutally honestly we can look at you. sometimes there is a choice, other times our responses are dictated. on good days we are mermaids swirling in and out of your world, enticing you with begiling smiles and the spark in the eye. it is our nature to be the enchantress, but fate always has its say. the water, our mother figure, can violently change and become our undoing. Crashing all around us, beating its curse into our bodies, tossing us about and then suddenly calming, leaving you alone with all these things racing in and out of you. the endless push and pull of reason and insanity. all your life, neither one will overpower the other as long as you continue to have the strength to subdue the increasingly persistent knock of insanity. but just the knock takes its toll. we are beautiful, loving, troubled creatures, sensitive, yet stronger than you. but we have enough sense to let you think otherwise. and survival usually grips the strongest, and so life goes on.
jaime yagiello