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Man, I love her
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“You Are Here” by Mary the Dog (with a little help from @Jessifer)
- You Are Here
- The Windup Girl
- Falling Up
- You Know Your Way Home
Patience by Loki the Cat (with a little help from @Jessifer)
#LoCSpines
“As human beings, our job in life is to help people realize how rare and valuable each one of us really is, that each of us has something that no one else has—or ever will have—something inside that is unique to all time. It’s our job to encourage each other to discover that uniqueness and to provide ways of developing its expression.” — Fred Rogers
“My thoughts — and here they are at their worst — balloon into debilitating worries that lie, that is to say, they do not speak to me with accuracy about past, present or future moments. You are going to lose your job. It’s out of pity they don’t tell you how bad you are. You’re a flimsy self-bitch. Catastrophic is how my shrink describes them. What feels painful about catastrophia (made that up) is not so much thought content but the frequency and fluency of thought, the textural motion (barbed-like?) of incessant self-interruption, water flooding the hull, a deck of cards with edges like shards flung inside a cockpit, an expulsion of pet dander, an endless list of every person I have disappointed or hurt and will disappoint or hurt combined with an endless list of all of the problems I have caused for myself. My damaged marriage, my uncontrollable impulses, my impossible desire, my unparagraphed prose. My face suddenly feels hot and wet, as if everything were collapsing inside me, crumbling against the backside of my face, as if the backside of my face were an inverted bowl filling up with the warm effluvia of sorrow. My thoughts become self-pitying, self-obliterating.”
— Jay Ponteri, Wedlocked: A Memoir
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