writing
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A thought on perfectionism and reading
I never used to like reading. In fact, I was behind enough in school that they put me in a special program where an old guy (I’m not sure about the details, I was like eight) came to the school, and we went to the library together where I proceeded to just read a book Continue reading
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My Love Letter to Crocs
These are the best shoes humanity has ever slapped together. Period. End of story. Change my mind. No really though, I love my Crocs, i wear them for anything and everything i can get away with. Taking out the trash? Crocs. Walking the dog? Crocs. Backpacking?!?!? CROCS. They just serve every need in footwear a Continue reading
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Wikipedia Rabbit holes
Ever wanted to know what a Mongolian yurt is called? (ger) or what fighter plane changed the war for the allies in world war 2? (Spitfire) or even learn about a fake chess playing machine from the 1700s? (The Mechanical Turk) Then look no further than Wikipedia! this is my shameless plug for the best Continue reading
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The Pleasure of Being Around Old Things
I want to start off that i recognize how incredibly privileged i am to be able to be around cool old pieces of furniture. That being said if one has the luxury of time (which is a huge privilege unto itself) then they can usually find nice old furniture for cheap. I had this thought Continue reading
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Lessons
I’m in a period in my life right now where a lot has happened, and I have had to re-learn some lessons I thought I had already mastered. They were some pretty big ones, too. I lost myself in a relationship that asked for too much of me, I cut off a friend I should Continue reading
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Family Dynamics
ramblings i wrote after the holidays with my family Continue reading
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Distance
Sinking into a dry sand Its surrounding warmth becomes a womb of pity At first a comfort in its familiar embrace lulling into a sleep outside of time Telling you everything you wanted to hear for a bitter bedtime tale Continue reading
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Kind Hearts
Duty wears down the blade if its not cared for The promise of tomorrow is a false prophet One does not need to be clean before bathing Some filth never scrubs off Continue reading
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Sanctuary
The rotting corners of my memory Sent me searching for a dream Yet I became my own obstacle Kneeling in the waters of doubt I sought to find my edge and soften to it Continue reading
About Me
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