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wild melody: why i hate mirrors
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You're no broken record turning, you're a wild melody.". Why i hate mirrors. I wrote this shortly after my 27 birthday; and while I'm in a different place I wanted to post it here so I don't lose it. I didn't think I could possibly relate. I didn't expect to find myself reflected. I didn't foresee having to. Move the book so the pages don't wrinkle- not from tears of empathy for his pain, but of familiarity. I didn't expect to hear I wasn't alone from such a vastly different experience. I too hate compli...
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wild melody: 07.14
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You're no broken record turning, you're a wild melody.". The power of story. This isn't some intelligent exploratory essay mind you. just some ramblish to fill that empty space that lingers after finishing a good book. Yep, I am one of those people.I devour books. I don't just read them, I tend to enter them like most people enter a different room. (maybe that is how people who love movies watch films? Personally I find it takes a lot to get truly lost and involved in a movie). Even if it is poorly writt...
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wild melody: h o p e
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You're no broken record turning, you're a wild melody.". Struggling with a heavy heart today, knowing that the battle is usually won with song but unable to get there. Unable = pretty much sums me up today, actually. Opening my bible with little faith, because usually I need to worship myself out of my funks before I read. but desperate I open my heart and whisper "oh God where is your hope in this book? 8220;My anger is hot against the shepherds,. And I will punish the leaders;. From him the tent peg,.
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wild melody: 06.15
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You're no broken record turning, you're a wild melody.". Why i hate mirrors. I wrote this shortly after my 27 birthday; and while I'm in a different place I wanted to post it here so I don't lose it. I didn't think I could possibly relate. I didn't expect to find myself reflected. I didn't foresee having to. Move the book so the pages don't wrinkle- not from tears of empathy for his pain, but of familiarity. I didn't expect to hear I wasn't alone from such a vastly different experience. I too hate compli...
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wild melody: sometimes a kid you don't know writes your heart
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You're no broken record turning, you're a wild melody.". Sometimes a kid you don't know writes your heart. Checkmate. i'll keep walking this walk with You, but it's gotta be Your move if we go any deeper. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). 8220;Language, that most human invention, can enable what, in principle, should not be possible. It can allow all of us, even the congenitally blind, to see with another person’s eyes.”. View my complete profile. Travel template. Powered by Blogger.
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wild melody: dear social media,
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You're no broken record turning, you're a wild melody.". Dear social media,. But for all your sensitivity, you're a pretty rough monster for people who have suffered trauma. Nobody "deserved" it. nobody earns abuse or bullying or injustice. there's this thing called human dignity. That's what we all deserve. Nothing makes abuse okay*. But the other part of me sees so many bruises and cracks in her own heart and so little compassion for herself that she can't spare any more for him. B/c all of us- abuse s...
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wild melody: free writing
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You're no broken record turning, you're a wild melody.". So, where is she? The voice drew her out of her head, up and out of memories tinged sepia. ones with the dust of years around the edges, locked for so long in a box she thought had been destroyed. She couldn't remember where the conversation had been when she left it. She's 15, locked in a closet somewhere. duct tape over her mouth. because how else would she be quiet so long? Eleven years is a really long time.". Quietly. she wished he would l...
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wild melody
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You're no broken record turning, you're a wild melody.". My metaphorical pen is extremely rusty. I haven't written in so long i forgot how to craft words- not that i ever did it well, but the art form of it is altogether lost to me. It's a fuzziness.an ache. it hurts. processing Ukraine hurts in new ways. because I'm older? Because I better understand that sometimes you don't get to go back? Because I am ashamed that I *felt* almost nothing? I chose to love the kids- I fiercely love the team! 8220;Langua...
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wild melody: 02.15
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You're no broken record turning, you're a wild melody.". Because my hands are tired }. The Lone Bellow - "Watch Over Us" Unplugged. But i can't. not anymore, because when the truth has been seen it can't be forgotten. But right now,. I just want to rest. My hands are tired, my strength is gone. Related: i battle with my words. Things I've always known but rarely allow myself to dwell on. The thing about art. Because however problematic the movie Dead Poets Society may be, there are truths and gems in the...
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wild melody: 09.14
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You're no broken record turning, you're a wild melody.". Thank you, Mr. Einuadi. Nuvole Bianchi by Ludovico Einaudi). Are there stories, colors, moments that inspired them? I see fantastic things when I listen to them, they transport me to my own Narnia. All I know is I'm so so so grateful for music. For a language that speaks without words. It makes living beautiful. Related: life is beautiful. Letter from my future self. Dear current (panicky, feeling-like-a-spastic-failure) me,. Maybe you've a little ...
