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[Jan 11 2012 / 5:10pm] |
Coming to America
1778
There was a girl, and her uncle sold her, wrote Mr. Ibis in his perfect copperplate handwriting.
That is the tale; the rest is detail.
There are stories that are true, in which each individual's tale is unique and tragic, and the worst of the tragedy is that we have heard it before, and we cannot allow ourselves to feel it too deeply. We build a shell around it like an oyster dealing with a painful particle of grit, coating it with smooth pearl layers in order to cope. This is how we walk and talk and function, day in, day out, immune to others' pain and loss. If it were to touch us it would cripple us or make saints of us; but, for the most part, it does not touch us. We cannot allow it to.
( Tonight, as you eat... )
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[Jan 11 2012 / 10:52am] |
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DULL.
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[Dec 20 2011 / 11:08pm] |
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For ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) dollylula, the Tim to my RP social circle for the last 8 or so years, the Alice to my Frank. This mix is unabashedly poppy and a couple songs don't QUITE fit but I solidified the track list while slightly drunk, which when you think about it is basically appropriate! xx
( title: a dissendium fralice mix. )
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[Dec 20 2011 / 10:54am] |
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I did not get enough sleep last night which has resulted in my slouching at this library workstation in my jacket looking like someone who does not sleep and breathes coffee (accurate), and also apparently resulted in my spewing activism everywhere. As such, you should all read this; it's important.
There is yet time to request Christmas drabbles.
Also, ( a meme! )
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[Dec 17 2011 / 12:14am] |
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mood |
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SLEEP NOW NIGHT |
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I got it all done!
Ie, this is my brain rn:
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