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21 May 2013 @ 03:43 pm

I'm looking for a product (preferably on the cheap end, like 10$ or less if possible) to give my wavy-ish hair more curl and definition, rather than frizz. Do I need mousse? Gel? Cream? I'm clueless!

Also, should I be using curly-haired shampoo or smoothing shampoo? I want to keep the waviness but lose the frizz


My hairCollapse )


we are killed
by our anger
silent seeping rages
a million little
frustrations that tear
us apart
breaking us into
a million small pieces
almost whole
but not quite.

we spend our life
looking for those
missing pieces
not knowing
that they are
so small
so shattered & scattered
that we can never find
them all.

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22 August 2011 @ 12:04 pm
• The Hitchhiker’s Guide To The Galaxy, Douglas Adams
• Do Androids Dream Of Electric Sheep?, Philip K. Dick
• Any book by Dave Barry 
• Brave New World, Aldous Huxley 
• The Bartimaeus Trilogy, Jonathan Stroud
• His Dark Materials, Philip Pullman
• Guitar Man, Will Hodgkinson
• Fight Club, Chuck Palahniuk
• The Curious Incident Of The Dog In The Night-Time, Mark Haddon
• Star Island, Carl Hiaasen
• Bright Shiny Mornings, James Frey
• Looking For Alaska, John Green
29 July 2011 @ 03:52 pm
 Dear friend,

I was going to write a long, boring post about my vacation, but instead I decided to post some photos.

every drop in the ocean counts

every drop in the ocean counts - yoko onoCollapse )



PS: All the photos link back to my flickr account.
05 July 2011 @ 09:32 am
 Dear friend, Last weekend was a great weekend. I went to a race in Wolf Island, a tiny island near Kingston. Wolf Island is incredibly beautiful. Being there is like being in  another world. Everyone is so much more friendly and open. Appearances don`t seem to matter. I would love to live there. The only bad part of the weekend was that, of course, mother nature has a GREAT gift of timing. I had miserable cramps the day before the race and the day of the race. They woke me up during the night. I basically ran doubled over. I finished in a little over 40 minutes, which was pretty pathetic for a 5k. The son of the people we were staying with is an incredible runner. He won the 10 km race, running it in around 35 minutes. Meaning he went at more than double my (admittedly pitiful) speed. He had already run a couple of races that week. The guy is practically a machine. Watching him run is beautiful. I took some photos while I was there.Collapse ) Love, S.
29 June 2011 @ 11:00 pm

Hysteria is only possible with an audience.

[...] You were a baby. You get to the coffee table and bounce your big soft baby head on the sharp corner. You're down, and man, oh man, it hurts. Still it isn't anything tragic until Mom and Dad Run over.
Oh, you poor brave thing.
Only then do you cry.

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25 June 2011 @ 12:08 pm

Wednesday, June 22nd

Dear friend,

I hate my anxiety. Or, to be more specific, my paranoia. It mostly occurs when I'm alone at home. I become convinced that someone is right behind me, someone is following, that they're right behind me . They're going to hurt me, to beat me up. They are right there and i can't see them. It scares the shit out of me. I don't know why I get that way. Everything just worries me.

Why would my brain do this? What is the POINT of paranoia? Can't it just evolve out of us. I wish it could.

Lots of love from your paranoid friend,


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22 June 2011 @ 04:13 pm
Which book do you find yourself regularly rereading, and why?
16 June 2011 @ 10:17 am
nothing to say daddy was a man who was born in the fray his momma had drunk all their money away so he left as soon as he could and got a job, like every boy should he worked all day and he worked all night and just when things were seemin’ alright he fell in love with a lady in grey problem was, she had a man so my daddy decides to do what he can he goes out to fight with his gun in his hand and blows his head to smithereens. my mama and my daddy, they had me as pretty a baby as a baby could be they loved me and fed me and kept me all clean they worked as a unit, a parental machine when i grew up, i wanted to write so me and my daddy got in a fight he said “you should have a real job someday” so i took his money and i ran away now my pen sits here in my hand my head poundin’ like a school marching band i’m watchin’ my ideas all float away i guesss you can’t write if you’ve nothing to say.
14 June 2011 @ 12:31 pm
Jobs are lost
Relationships end,
Willpower fades.
The heart does not stop.
It beats,

I lie with you.
You`re asleep.
In our silent room, 

Your heart beats.