May 2012
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Hey guys, so I’ve made a new blog for The Journal...
You can now follow it here: http://moleskin-muttering.tumblr.com/
I’ll be updating it at the above URL for now on.
365daysofyara asked: You're blog's really pretty! I like the whole concept of it, and your writing's pretty great. :-)
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Looking up flights to Seattle in August ahhhhhhhh!
It might be actually happening! Woohoo!
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A Conversation We Actually Had, Part II
“Do you believe in love at first sight?”
The question curled up and out of his mouth along with the smoke, looping through the air.
I looked away as he handed me the pipe, my gaze landing on you across the table. Your eyes remained fixed on the ceiling, watching the smoke dissipate into fog, a mist that drifted towards you as you inhaled the grape-mint aftertaste. Our knees wobbled,...
Mostly what God does is love you. Keep company with him and learn a life of...
– Ephesians 5 (via modernhepburn)
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April 2012
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A Conversation We Never Had, Part 1.
“I like how the light looked in your bedroom. I felt like I could actually see you and it was so honest. I liked your yellow sheets. They were the best part.
Did you know my dad wore a borrowed suit to my grandmother’s funeral? It was the first time I had ever seen him in anything dressier than khakis and a button-down. He didn’t like ties. Doesn’t. He would always knock...
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Another Late Night Haiku Series
can’t you just stay here?
because now the house is cold
and the bed is too.
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When Jimmy John's brings us free complimentary...
ishighs:
We’re like:
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When A Patron Asks The Difference Between A Still...
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We’re All Just Like:
My lab made a blog! This actually happened to me a few weeks ago.
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Looks, money…they don’t matter. Just marry someone kind.
– my creative writing professor
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Sleeping Sickness
The moment was perfect - your voice quietly confident over the murmur of the radio, the cicadas echoing in the dark. My knees were tucked up under my chin, cheek pressed against my legs. Sweat beaded along the back of my neck, tortuously dripping down my spine, and I inhaled, tasting the green apple popsicle stains on my teeth and the promise of encroaching summer, humid and sticky on the heels of...
March 2012
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"Crags and Clay"
Last night, I closed my eyes and I felt like I could see God right behind my eyelids. I was talking to my friend about being in a moment and not being able to imagine anything past that tangible moment…because really, that moment is all the proof we have. God’s sense of time is so different than ours, maybe just like the Tralfamadorians in Slaughterhouse Five by Kurt Vonnegut.
One of...
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And if a surgeon is like a poet, then the scars you have made on countless...
– Richard Selzer
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