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Talia wrote about the word runway 1 year, 4 months ago
I thought this said runaway so I’m going to write about that word instead because I prefer it: A runaway is this little girl named Freya who likes strawberries more than anything. She has to be all dirty with torn up clothes and a curse because what else would she be running away from? Her [...]
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Talia wrote about the word bland 1 year, 4 months ago
I can’t taste it – Only feel that smooth, slick, sleek, sliminess slurping down my throat. It only lives in textures and the mean things it inflicts on skin. It tastes like nothing, like lollipop wrapper skins, whatever those are. I swallow it up, whole, like fucking onion paper. Mmm, there. I guess my duty [...]
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Talia wrote about the word lillies 1 year, 4 months ago
Lily of the valley is that beautiful flower, but it represents the more tragic side of life. Death is what it represents and we all think that is a tragedy. Yes, because you don’t rise from it. Necessary but devastating. There is only so much readiness you can have and it will never fully predict [...]
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Talia wrote about the word apron 1 year, 4 months ago
This is what I tie around myself to contain that firm emotion of “I am not a home maker.” I can’t let it spill into my cookies or cupcakes because then they won’t taste any good at all. I keep my feminist (human equalitist) ideals out of this and proceed with caution, mixing like this [...]
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Talia wrote about the word trunk 1 year, 4 months ago
In the trunk of my car, that’s where I keep the goods, girls. Bags of nailpolish, stacked up high and filled with Vogues. I’m like the Mary Kay lady because my car is so pink, bringing all of the little girls racing to me, fast on Cinderella heels. I fill with them with the lessons [...]
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Talia wrote about the word bridge 1 year, 4 months ago
The bridge to terabithia was a terrrible book that i didn’t feel that I could finish. It was incomplete – a childhood mess without the lessons that older literature often find within those black and white words. I preferred the one about the dog, Winn Dixie – he was more human to me in his [...]
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Talia wrote about the word hurry 1 year, 5 months ago
Hurry up. I’m late, I’m late, for a very important date. The date is: boom, the day I get my braces off. I rush into that busy, steaming office and get the metal yanked from teeth. “My baby’s a woman,” my mother croons (just kidding). But Mikayla really did squeal when she saw me. She [...]
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Talia wrote about the word flood 1 year, 5 months ago
the floodgates opened up and like a rushing, whirling, storm-filled eddy, his emotions came pouring out. my uncle was now the image of a broken man – one who had lost everything – wife, kids, dignity. what he did not know, though, was of our family’s secret strength. It originated from his grandfather, a crusty [...]
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Talia wrote about the word thunder 1 year, 5 months ago
Thunder and fire and rain and all of that divinity pouring down from Zeus’ perch. He is the fire, the rain, the air. The only thing he lacks is Earth, held by sweet Demeter and Astarte and Persephone and Hera and Hestia. All of the women have it, because they are the body of us. [...]
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Talia wrote about the word scar 1 year, 5 months ago
The lion uncle from the Lion King. He was so evil and so bad because he was close to the family. He pulled Simba into his confidence – this was the way they always did it in the old world, you see. Brother killed brother and father killed son. Those wretched battles of land and [...]
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Talia wrote about the word palette 1 year, 5 months ago
The artist’s palette is this tiny tool with thin slots for colors. Only three colors are needed – red, blue, and what was that last one? I think it was yellow. But what about black and white? And pink and purple and magenta and grass green and sunshine orange. We are more than a three [...]
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Talia wrote about the word view 1 year, 5 months ago
A Room With a View. Stunning, really, what Forster can do. With Helena Bonham Carter in it, too. Although the movie is never as true. But it perfectly portrayed that fine British crew. And the images made it one that flew.
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Talia wrote about the word sneaky 1 year, 5 months ago
The sneaky words that Camus planted in that book – tricking me all the way back to the very first part. At the time, those words had no meaning. Just his absurdist doctrine, taking on the look of realism, disguised in a white-washed paperback. But that nurse, mini Ratched, was right. There is no way [...]
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Talia posted an update in the group
Call It A Diary: 1 year, 5 months agoI was a witch. And I had a coven in Albuquerque. We practiced magic in the purest ways, gathering for esbats and being attuned to one another. Not many people understand that magic is formed in the absence of evil. Our lifestyle is feared.” Her voice was filled with sad crackles. “It was some twist of fate, the way I died. I was hit by a car and they rushed me inside. The nearest place was a church. They caught sight of my pentagram necklace and dropped me there, on the floor of the nave. I bled there, and they treated me as a demon and I died, the bones all jangled.
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Talia wrote about the word hearts 1 year, 6 months ago
jar of hearts, jar of hearts. we screamed it at that blonde haired girl. i mean, she’d only sung the song once, how could she expect it would be a cult favorite? but we didn’t want adele, we didn’t want ingrid (even if we did, we kept it to ourselves). it was naomi laz, performing [...]
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Talia posted an update: 1 year, 6 months ago
that’s surrealism for you:
One, two, three, four, those hopscotch shoe tripping up and down the foreseeable path, caught between rows of numbers like a sick snake-patterned design. They are Oreos and pebbles fighting a fierce two and a double-timing three. They battle their way up only to turn and turn again, those legless shoes. They battle their way down, downstream, down river, down the elements come falling. They can’t stop so they burn through the leather of the thick baby souls and hop and skip and jump.
It isn’t fun it’s only leather and stones and the pavement which is dusty from chalk ruins. They were left there by the kids, who are gone. The chalk, which is gone, rained away but there are chalk ruins, their dust like bile in kids’ mouths and shoes’ mouths. Whether the shoes want to or not, their invisible body doesn’t matter, because they hop stone over stone, square over square. It’s like dancing, except painful. And it’s not dancing, it’s only hopscotch. -
Talia wrote about the word orchestra 1 year, 6 months ago
Manchester Orchestra. This weird band as far as I can remember even though Meg loves them to pieces. Or just one song by them. Have you ever noticed that people have this way about them of making these vast generalisations? when they’ve heard one song, they’re the biggest fan. Everyone is a superlative, est, est, [...]
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Talia wrote about the word positively 1 year, 6 months ago
I am positively perfect in every way. Woops, wait, that’s practically – Mary Poppins old school style. Old movies are positively fascinating. Dick van dyke was positively wonderful and now he’s positively dead. Or maybe that would be negatively. I should say so. He was a champ, a real champ.
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Talia wrote about the word prints 1 year, 6 months ago
The colorful designs that Christine found on all of the clothes in her closet. Man, heaven sure did know how to provide for her. They got her style exactly right. It was all fun, all floral, as if her clothes could do the talking for her. She had always been afraid of being terribly dull, [...]
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Talia posted an update in the group
Love: 1 year, 6 months agoI do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other waythan this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.- Pablo Neruda
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that’s surrealism for you:
One, two, three, four, those hopscotch shoe tripping up and down the foreseeable path, caught between rows of numbers like a sick snake-patterned design. They are Oreos and pebbles fighting a fierce two and a double-timing three. They battle their way up only to turn and turn again, those legless shoes. They battle their way down, downstream, down river, down the elements come falling. They can’t stop so they burn through the leather of the thick baby souls and hop and skip and jump.
It isn’t fun it’s only leather and stones and the pavement which is dusty from chalk ruins. They were left there by the kids, who are gone. The chalk, which is gone, rained away but there are chalk ruins, their dust like bile in kids’ mouths and shoes’ mouths. Whether the shoes want to or not, their invisible body doesn’t matter, because they hop stone over stone, square over square. It’s like dancing, except painful. And it’s not dancing, it’s only hopscotch. View
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