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these are the contents of my head: May 2013
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These are the contents of my head. Friday, May 31, 2013. Have you ever done something wrong and despite numerous attempts to let yourself off the hook, you just can't seem to? I've begun refusing to admit I'm human and fallible lately, therefore I am shocked when I take a look at my imperfections. Tonight I decided to take a hot yoga class. It was 90 degrees in Philly roday but what's 10 degrees more inside an enclosed room with 12 other sweaty bodies and hot breath surrounding you? Mind Of A Mad Woman.
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these are the contents of my head: March 2011
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These are the contents of my head. Thursday, March 31, 2011. Let me make it up to those reading this by sharing another playlist that speaks to me in a multitude of ways:. Angus and Julia Stone - "Draw Your Swords". The Decemberists - "This is Why We Fight". Mumford and Sons - "I Gave You All". Van Morrison - "Astral Weeks". The Avett Brothers - "Head Full of Doubt". Citizen Cope - "Bullet and a Target". KT Tunstall - "Through the Dark". M Ward - "Fuel for Fire". My Morning Jacket - "Hopefully". Because ...
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these are the contents of my head: November 2011
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These are the contents of my head. Sunday, November 27, 2011. I can see the cockroaches scampering across the linoleum kitchen floor just like it was yesterday. Maddie hearing me scream in horror and running to my rescue. Noticing the mammoth size bugs, she attempts to bite them before they escape behind the oven again, but she loses them. As the smoke fumes of anger and frustration began circling my head on a daily basis, I decided to move out. And live on my own. Without him as my "crutch" I wo...I'm a...
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these are the contents of my head: February 2012
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These are the contents of my head. Sunday, February 26, 2012. Most of my life you have been all I need. You began with me in Winnie the Pooh diaries. We then graduated to thick woven journals with covers etched in Chinese symbols. The symbols meant nothing to us, what we shared in our pages meant everything. Downstairs we could still hear the turbulence of our loved ones roaring. Other words were being used as stabbing knives, striking the heart and the gut. Do you remember when I left you? It's been a w...
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these are the contents of my head: Dreamweaving
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These are the contents of my head. Tuesday, August 14, 2012. She didn't say it, but she was begging us not to let her die. And the pain I felt in my heart was physical as well as emotional - if I could have, I would have given her life, just as I would have given life to my grandfather had I possessed that power. Why must strong people endure such pain? And if I'm struggling with something, perhaps I'll meet it in my dreams. I love you John Staniec, Schwartz. And I love you Angela Longo Staniec. 8212; li...
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these are the contents of my head: so fresh and so clean in 2013 (i didn't mean to rhyme but that was awesome)
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These are the contents of my head. Thursday, January 3, 2013. So fresh and so clean in 2013 (i didn't mean to rhyme but that was awesome). Hello, World. It's 2013. Other than my extreme phobia of watching the ball drop at midnight (for reasons unknown), and the realization that I am yet another year older (and one year away from 30- eek! I do like the idea of starting a new 365-day chapter. This year I want to of course, grow. Don't we all? Cheers to 2013. Bring it. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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these are the contents of my head: January 2013
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These are the contents of my head. Thursday, January 3, 2013. So fresh and so clean in 2013 (i didn't mean to rhyme but that was awesome). Hello, World. It's 2013. Other than my extreme phobia of watching the ball drop at midnight (for reasons unknown), and the realization that I am yet another year older (and one year away from 30- eek! I do like the idea of starting a new 365-day chapter. This year I want to of course, grow. Don't we all? Cheers to 2013. Bring it. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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these are the contents of my head: May 2012
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These are the contents of my head. Sunday, May 6, 2012. Steel beams and lyrics. You painted the picture for me once. We are all walking along steel beams in life,. Beams like the ones that create the structure of the high-rise buildings we saw in the city,. When we walked the streets together often. And most of us, the lucky ones, the ones who believe in love,. Once we reach the end of one beam,. Instead of falling to our deaths into the darkness below,. Are picked up by another,. Why was it never me?
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these are the contents of my head: August 2012
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These are the contents of my head. Tuesday, August 14, 2012. She didn't say it, but she was begging us not to let her die. And the pain I felt in my heart was physical as well as emotional - if I could have, I would have given her life, just as I would have given life to my grandfather had I possessed that power. Why must strong people endure such pain? And if I'm struggling with something, perhaps I'll meet it in my dreams. I love you John Staniec, Schwartz. And I love you Angela Longo Staniec. 8212; li...
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these are the contents of my head: May 2011
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These are the contents of my head. Wednesday, May 25, 2011. I had imagined how this would transpire many times on the way to his house after work recently but always ended up with a fake smile and a kiss on his cheek when I reached his door. Wasn't the man I was meant to be with supposed to laugh at this maniacal aspect of my life, knowing full well that I had a lot on my plate? Unconditional; accepting of flaws; understanding of mistakes; love knowing no bounds. Without words, he had said too much.
