February 2012
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January 2012
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kellyoxford:
December 2011
5 posts
There’s always this fear of a friend dying and me never knowing that it is so.
The world is never that small.
November 2011
4 posts
Okay, okay, you’ve got a baby!!!! We get it. We really, really do.
Totally burned by Cosmo Magazine
kellyoxford:
I recently wrote this: I know the magazine had already wrapped up their December issue when this was set, but that kind of makes the inadvertent burn 100% more effective….
TOUCHE WELL PLAYED, WORLD!!! Ps- #4 Was a quote about dry humping, from Cameron Diaz
October 2011
8 posts
Zoo Days.
I suddenly realised I had a small-time crush on one of my younger students when I was in Vietnam.
We had coffee at this upscale, trendy cafe in the outskirts of Ho Chi Minh. Wasn’t able to resist, why, it’s part of that teacher-student on-the-side enrichment activities! She taught me most of the words in my limited Vietnamese vocabulary that I never learned to master during my entire...
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Let everything happen to you Beauty and terror Just keep going No feeling is final
—Rainer Maria Rilke
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September 2011
11 posts
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Ah. The city life. Plush seats, expensive china and cutlery. Where the young, urban people gather around the lounges and the ladies excuse themselves to go to the “powder room”. It’s all so superficial. It’s all hermetically-sealed.
I miss the gutters. My feet hurt. Plus this wine sucks. All it does is make you sleepy and forget things.
Post Script: Someone just brought...
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Killing selective memory has never been my strongest suit. But I try.
There are a lot of things that I miss. And once again think about. Relapses. I think still, then my mind instructs me to stop. It tries.
We yearn to be sought, I thought I was found. I was wrong. I tried. They tried. Yet they always fail.
August was harsh.
August 2011
8 posts
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Keep yourself warm.
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I want to write but there’s nothing.
July 2011
9 posts
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There was enough time to realise this unspoken, silent yearning, even before the smoke cleared.
