November 2011
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The Uses of Sorrow by Mary Oliver
whiskeyrobot:
(In my sleep I dreamed this poem)
Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this, too, was a gift.
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“At whose feet must the blame be laid for this? Of course the fault is my own,...”
– Oliver Miller
“Forgive yourself for staying longer than you should, for wishing it was going to...”
– Chelsea Talks Smack
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At the gym
Guy: “damn, how’d you get them guns?”
Me: “I do mad tricep dips”
I have turned into Ronny from the Jersey shore.
19 year old girls with long curly hair at the club. Good lord.
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