to become indistinct; vague

i am a walking paradox --
ransomed nobody,
sinning saint,
daughter of gypsies who craves the familiar,
happily alone yet willing to love,
i find grey hairs but i feel about eighteen.
also, i like cheeseburgers
even though they are murderous.

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the width of my dreams

October 12, 2012 at 5:42pm
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In praise of excellent cousins; blogged

In praise of excellent cousins; blogged

October 9, 2012 at 2:33pm
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look at taxi getting her stalk on.

look at taxi getting her stalk on.

1:18pm
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baby hipster niece found a pair of dusty 3d glasses.

(Source: nebulize)

October 8, 2012 at 7:44pm
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Shocktober

Shocktober

5:51pm
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4/100 (letter to a tiny pink person); blogged

4/100 (letter to a tiny pink person); blogged

October 7, 2012 at 10:12pm
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things:

a la iamnomes

  1. i got me a new nephew this week! his name is seth and if that ain’t just the manliest little man name out there, i don’t know what it. he has a handsome little face with rosebud lips, little delicate ears, and big hands.
  2. also, i finished uni FOR THE YEAR on friday. i am definitely going to make up for the whole no-holidays-between-finishing-BA-and-starting-MA thing. yipppeeee!
  3. had the best ten days with my cousins who came to stay. seriously, so so good to hang out with these girls, their menfolk, and their babies.
  4. the civil wars are coming to brisbane in march!! booking tickets to go see them with mitanika.
  5. i’m really noticing lately how many good people God has surrounded me with, and how lovely they are, and how sometimes great friendships can grow slowly and surprisingly. yay, God! yay, cool people!

September 18, 2012 at 11:07pm
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more of september : -

5. bright

6. every day

7. natural

8. at night

11:02pm
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september pictures :-

1. me, now

2. father

3. far away (spring ain’t)

4. in my mailbox

September 16, 2012 at 10:52pm
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You will keep secrets, little-version-of-me, that you can’t imagine having to keep. You will see things broken down and built up again. You will develop a rich and thankful appreciation for your amazing family. That’s all I can really tell you. I’ll leave the rest for you to figure out on your own. I wish I could have some of your starry-eyed optimism to keep me company nowadays, but I don’t really think I’d trade that for what these years have shown me — will show you — of grace. God keeps His promises, Danielle. You don’t need to be scared to grow up.

— (letter to a teenage me)

September 14, 2012 at 6:31pm
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poets and novelists and playwrights make themselves, against terrible resistances, give over what the rest of us keep safely locked within our hearts.

— janet malcom,the silent woman