April 2012
the deathly Monday that wasn't (yet)
woke up with cramps intense enough to make me wish i could crawl around on all fours. singing, for unexplainable reasons which i refuse to question, was entirely there and *painless*, a surprising pittance from a stomach with a history of outright sadism. today, especially, i needed the lift that comes only from everything falling into place vocally.
jessicahomeplansdesigns asked: Nice blog, don't stop blogging.
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you can come for my look,
you can come for my talent, but do not come for my family. Miz Needles said it, i echo it. my close friends are my family. if you make them feel fat, unwanted, unintelligent, or ugly, you will hear about it from me, because i will find you. and if you’re far, you’ll be paying my transportation costs after i’m done.
“What men mean when they talk about their “crazy” ex-girlfriend is often that she...”
– Lady, You Really Aren’t “Crazy” (via sparkamovement)
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expectations exceeded.
the barn was exponentially more wonderful than i was prepared for it to be. so much kindness from the people whose only contact with me consists of chats at the washracks or cross-ties, many of whom had no idea i was in the area and would be for some time. which is my fault, for not getting out there earlier. i received none of the judgement here that i did from many of the friends i left behind...
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