July 2011
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Summer
It was past the filmy waters of the lake That lay undisturbed except by the breeze That gently tossed mild waves on the calm, Past the green leaves upon the trees Hanging above benches where others sat,  Over beyond these others, too, Into the streets of the city With the noisome, honking cars And the bustling and jostling crowds of people Pushing and clawing their way about, Up and around the...
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June 2011
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Maru by Andy Oakley — Simple Desktops →
gjmueller: Really smart designs here for all your desktop wallpaper needs. Gotta reblog - these are pretty cool.
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Touching
Coarse beaches with rough sand Touched by water that glitters like emeralds Where two bodies lay, Touching Wrapped in warm embrace Surrounded by the light of the world. 
Jun 30th
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Jun 30th
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Finally finished reading the Silmarillion
Plus all the other stories in there. Ugh. So much information. I think my head is going to explode. This one is definitely going back on the shelf until I work up the strength to reread it in a few years… ninja edit: I thoroughly enjoyed it, just brain overload right now
Jun 30th
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Jun 29th
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I love how I can write five poems all about the...
Also, been busy lately, so haven’t been posting much. I’m also amused when I apologize for real life taking away from my tumblr life.
Jun 29th
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Waking
Now the earth is calm And thunderstorm has passed But in the hall of the mountain The door will never lock. 
Jun 29th
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“My car doesn’t have an iPod hookup so I have to burn CDs like a redheaded 3rd...”
– First World Problems (via epic4chan) Yup. My life.
Jun 29th
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“My car doesn’t have an iPod hookup so I have to burn CDs like a redheaded 3rd...”
– First World Problems (via epic4chan) Yup. My life.
Jun 28th
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“My car doesn’t have an iPod hookup so I have to burn CDs like a redheaded 3rd...”
– First World Problems (via epic4chan) Yup. My life.
Jun 28th
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“My car doesn’t have an iPod hookup so I have to burn CDs like a redheaded 3rd...”
– First World Problems (via epic4chan) Yup. My life.
Jun 28th
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“My car doesn’t have an iPod hookup so I have to burn CDs like a redheaded 3rd...”
– First World Problems (via epic4chan) Yup. My life.
Jun 28th
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All Things
Eventually the bird must fly Must spread soft wings to give it a try Eventually the deer must run And in hunters’ tales its fate will be sung Every morning the sun must rise Ere the evening horizon at night it lies So too then must all fish swim Else their future prospects dim Amidst all this stands myself, I, To win my life before the day I die. 
Jun 28th
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“See the game? (According to Chris Wallace at Fox News,) I make fun of...”
– JON STEWART, calling out Fox “News,” on The Daily Show (via inothernews) I promise not to reblog news stories too often, but when they’re right they’re right.
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Jun 27th
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lolwut
Having a quirky afternoon. Took a photo of myself (which is an oddity all to itself… I hate taking photos) Lo and behold, I liked it. Don’t know why I’m sharing. Like I said, having a quirky afternoon.
Jun 27th
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Woah
So I really like this set of poems called i am like october when i am dead. I found them one time when I was reading Pictures for Sad Children, and they were stupendously awesome. And now the guy who wrote them started following me. Excuse while I sit here in my chair all excited. (Even if he never sees one of my posts, that’s cool)
Jun 27th
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Flower
Silent darkness in the room, As the child pads, oh so carefully, To the wooden wall with the window Where he steps, lightly, Lifting himself up past the ledge So his eyes may find past panes of Frosted glass The meadow, lit by a token glance of moonlight The single flower that grows in longing That his heart yearns to hold That his room, in darkness, tells him no. 
Jun 27th
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Influence
Peaceful waters of a gentle stream, Flowing like an angel Between hills, into valleys, Gently bypassing the stone in the vale, Sparing it the years of erosion, Denying it the life it would have If it was gently worn away. 
Jun 26th
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