Getting ready for #electricrunla in mah hometown C@R$0N. #plur #rave #kandi #edm #5k #running (at The Home Depot Center)
17 hours ago on May 24, 2013 at 07:18pm
“Gavilán O Paloma” by Kristin Naca. Early #poetry reading on the bus.
3 days ago on May 22, 2013 at 07:23am
Weekend robbers. He brings me aloe Vera for my sunburns, fresh fruit for breakfast, and a rose just cause. ❤ 😘 👫 @ivanjed
4 days ago on May 20, 2013 at 07:54pm
Why do people have to be this lonely? What’s the point of it all? Millions of people in this world, all of them yearning, looking to others to satisfy them, yet isolating themselves. Why? Was the earth put here just to nourish human loneliness?
She was breathing deeply, she forgot the cold, the weight of beings, the insane or static life, the long anguish of living or dying. After so many years running from fear, fleeing crazily, uselessly, she was finally coming to a halt. At the same time she seemed to be recovering her roots, and the sap rose anew in her body, which was no longer trembling. Pressing her whole belly against the parapet, leaning toward the wheeling sky, she was only waiting for her pounding heart to settle down, and for the silence to form in her. The last constellations of stars fell in bunches a little lower on the horizon of the desert, and stood motionless. Then, with an unbearable sweetness, the waters of the night began to fill her, submerging the cold, rising gradually to the center of her being, and overflowing wave upon wave to her moaning mouth. A moment later, the whole sky stretched out above her as she lay with her back against the cold earth.
Albert Camus, “The Adulterous Woman”
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Art and text by me, Grace Kettenbrink
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Now all you can do is wait. It must be hard for you, but there is a right time for everything. Like the ebb and flow of tides. No one can do anything to change them. When it is time to wait, you must wait.
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OF LOVE & LOSS
A twenty-something who falls in love often and not enough. My life revolves around a constant cycle of falling madly in love, falling down into the dark abyss of heartbreak, & falling more into the person I am crafting.
Be warned: this blog, much like myself, is a permanent work in progress.
