I am in Trinidad. Humboldt County. I am planting poppies with my mother. I am in Dublin, drowning in the emerald sea. I am at Burning Man, filling my camelback with vodka.
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This Monkey’s Gone to Heaven
If man is five I have ALWAYS been overwhelmed and impressed by my strong, personal desire to do everything differently than how other people do their things. And that is why I only post my good selfies on instagram. I know it’s not cool, and instagram is chock — full of only […]
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Wherever You Go
I’ve been coping better in unfamiliar places. J. has, without purpose, made this happen. I never feel unsafe with him.
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Because I Could not Stop for Death
We had stories. We had a lighthouse. We had fairies in tree ears and a darkroom in our garage.
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I Wonder if it hurts to Live
They bring food and flowers and booze. They clean. They cook. They bring books and ask you to go on walks. They help plan the memorial. They stay by your side on that day of celebration. Like a birthday party, a memorial celebrates a life.