tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2080403280619467006.post6591706348307765170..comments2023-10-23T13:22:58.999-04:00Comments on the shoreline receding: when you wait for the dawn to crawl through the screen like a burglar to take your life away*e. c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08295659189276999472noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2080403280619467006.post-15125276584738312272011-03-30T00:29:41.345-04:002011-03-30T00:29:41.345-04:00will do, honeybuns.will do, honeybuns.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2080403280619467006.post-19616644759087599092011-03-30T00:26:53.602-04:002011-03-30T00:26:53.602-04:00This comment has been removed by the author.that girlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08789333858625161670noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2080403280619467006.post-18736469389347198032011-03-19T14:42:40.976-04:002011-03-19T14:42:40.976-04:00that made me feel good, anon. come home soon.that made me feel good, anon. come home soon.e. c.https://www.blogger.com/profile/08295659189276999472noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2080403280619467006.post-48157825926543923112011-03-16T06:01:25.697-04:002011-03-16T06:01:25.697-04:00stop. stop thinking. numbers statistics whatever. ...stop. stop thinking. numbers statistics whatever. stop. life isn't about numbers. life is about doing what you love to do. if you like to write, and writing makes you feel good, then write. dont write like you're JK Rowling, write like you're emily choo. because emily choo is fucking cool.<br /><br />average isn't a fact, it's a matter of opinion, and if you were to write a Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2080403280619467006.post-17443359207168618562011-03-12T16:05:02.171-05:002011-03-12T16:05:02.171-05:00i feel better after having written this.
edgarall...i feel better after having written this.<br /><br /><b>edgarallentoes:</b> oh, you. so witty and kind.<br /><br /><b>ari yells:</b> i want to grow up but i don't want to be a grown up. maybe i should write children's books.e. c.https://www.blogger.com/profile/08295659189276999472noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2080403280619467006.post-27574186970364281332011-03-11T22:49:09.363-05:002011-03-11T22:49:09.363-05:00I think maybe it's when you lose that sense of...I think maybe it's when you lose that sense of possibility and expecting to 'become something' that you actually become a grown-up.arihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03919066937283208721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2080403280619467006.post-74083680676480345672011-03-11T00:36:02.974-05:002011-03-11T00:36:02.974-05:00woman, so many of the things you say are like MRIs...woman, so many of the things you say are like MRIs<br /><br />magnetic, resonant, and uhhh.. imaging<br /><br />no but really. toilets wasn't always toilets. he was a latrine first, and a lot of people probably thought he was full of shit. <br /><br />call me naive, but i think you have it in you, if only based on this post alone.edgarallentoesnoreply@blogger.com