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I'm lost. 
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Posted by Leanna - Friday, January 10, 2014 - 12:50pm


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To let go means to give up coercing, resisting, or struggling, in exchange for something more powerful and wholesome which comes out of allowing things to be as they are without getting caught up in your attraction to or rejection of them, in the intrinsic stickiness of wanting, of liking and disliking.

- Jon Kabat-Zinn

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It hurts to let go.  Sometimes it seems the harder you try to hold on to something or someone the more it wants to get away.  You feel like some kind of criminal for having felt, for having wanted.  For having wanted to be wanted.  It confuses you, because you think that your feelings were wrong and it makes you feel so small because it’s so hard to keep it inside when you let it out and it doesn’t come back.  You’re left so alone that you can’t explain.  Damn, there’s nothing like that, is there?  I’ve been there and you have too.  You’re nodding your head.

- Henry Rollins

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The enduring life is the one that begins once we awaken from this world. And it is in that awakening that we realize… It was only a dream.

- Yasmin Mogahed
 
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Posted by Leanna - Thursday, January 9, 2014 - 10:00pm


swing pretty girl
swing
it ain't real anyway
been so blue 
you dressed in red
clouds covered the sun
i feel so dead

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Posted by Leanna - Saturday, January 4, 2014 - 3:38pm


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" It would be different, if we could just give it another go-round. "
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Posted by Leanna - Thursday, January 2, 2014 - 4:25pm


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Posted by Leanna - Tuesday, December 31, 2013 - 1:01pm


Posted by Leanna - Friday, December 27, 2013 - 9:45pm


Marquise Luisa Casati - Man Ray, 1922
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Posted by Leanna - Friday, December 27, 2013 - 2:46pm


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Baby, all I want for Christmas is you. 
 
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Posted by Leanna - Wednesday, December 25, 2013 - 12:40am


Sometimes I would see a cadaver so appalling that it made me cry.  And it made me cry because sometimes the most grotesque things are what moves you like nothing else can. It grabs you by the guts and shakes you and yells right in your face, "LOOK AT WHAT IT IS TO BE HUMAN!  Look at this sight that nobody else will ever see... But YOU get to see it because somehow YOU were chosen to be present here at this exact moment in time!  Don't you realize how lucky you are?" This horrific, vile, morose sight is somehow so beautiful due to the weight of its finality...  Due to the fact that what you're looking at is so undeniably real that it cannot be questioned in any way, shape, or form.  Because it is as if, for a split second, God is staring directly at you, into the windows of your soul.  And if you're careful, you can stare right back. 

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Posted by Leanna - Saturday, December 21, 2013 - 12:02am


/ˈsəbstəns/

noun
1.  the physical matter of which a person or thing consists and which has a tangible, solid presence
2.  the essential nature underlying phenomena; the real or essential meaning

Posted by Leanna - Friday, December 20, 2013 - 11:57pm