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It's very weird to have returned to a blog I had when I was around 22 (if my profile is correct!), not sure if any of the writers I followed are still following me, or if most of the communities I was part of are still active (I suspect not?). But I'd love to hear from anyone I chatted to in those days! I write very little nowadays, and was going back and reading some of the old stuff. I don't loathe it and I don't love it, which might be normal? I'm still unsure about how long this having-a-blog-again novelty will last, or how comfortable I am with putting my work out there in general, but I hope I'll be able to write again soon. See you around!

49/52 weeks

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Hello. Shocked that anyone is still following here. I have no idea what I’m doing back, but hope everyone’s doing well!

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how many stories have been wrecked because the author was scared they weren’t grand enough? how many incredible books have we lost because of people’s obsession to only praise stories that seem ‘big’ and have ‘worldwide stakes’? how many writers give up before they even start in fear that their story won’t be enough? please don’t forget how charming mundane stories can be. and please, write. believe in yourself, believe in your stories. write, because out in the world, there is at least one person who needs to hear what you have to say, and that makes your story worth sharing

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25/26 weeks; wolves.

When will I delete this blog, you ask? God I hope it’s soon.

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Clarice Lispector, The Hour of the Star

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“Every year everything I have ever learned in my lifetime leads back to this: the fires and the black river of loss whose other side is salvation, whose meaning none of us will ever know. To live in this world you must be able to do three things: to love what is mortal; to hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends on it; and, when the time comes to let it go, to let it go.”

— Mary Oliver, from “In Blackwater Woods,” in Wild Geese: Selected Poems Rest in power, Mary (September 10, 1935 - January 17th, 2019). (via existential-celestial)

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“I guess I’m talking about it because it happened.” (Some thoughts on women & wounded-ness & writing)

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24/26 weeks; epilogue.

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23/26 weeks; highway of ghouls. Convinced myself I will finish. In denial about the new yr.

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Cool for You: A Novel by Eileen Myles

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the scintillation of winter in a dais of bending clocks, skewed heavy with the heft of the colder months, shoulders crushed: the massive touch of the smallest things— this is the weight, this is the gravity of something delicate; 

December, the month of veils, the beauty and the ache of something felt but hidden in what remains of this year: the sky, a wing, folding to unfurl the revelations of the accident of shadows & the miracle of light after the blindness of sleep; 

this is the promise, the covenant of spring: the new horizon beyond the battleground of this present; 

the violence of new skin.

— j. p. berame, “December,” featured in this year: POEMS 2017

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22/26 weeks; hard as bone.

Determined to finish, since I’ve started.

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by dontaylor on Flickr

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21/26 weeks; been.

I just remembered I have a bad, stagnant blog. Happy holidays.

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Lost Lake, Oregon

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Puri Saren Agung (Ubud Palace) - Bali, Indonesia by valkyrieh116