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intrikate88“We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.”
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Date: 2010-12-19 06:33 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-12-19 08:16 pm (UTC)I LOVE YOU.
YOU KNOW HOW ANAÏS NIN IS MY HOMEGIRL.
how is your head? xx
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Date: 2010-12-20 05:26 pm (UTC)Rec me some Nin? I don't know where to start but whenever I see quotes from her I'm like OOH YESSS.
Haha you might have guessed from my total lack of updating anywhere that I have nothin' but bitchin' to report. The nurse at the neuro office still won't give me Xanax like is my secret drugseeker plot, I still haven't really done anything I'd define as sleep, still feel like I'm being punched in the face all the time. I mean, it's all good, I'm just my usual cracked out and incoherent self, as I am in all similar circumstances. I'm debating the efficacy of calling the dr. to say that all this brain-centrifuging is making me dizzy and crash into things, but I don't know if that will get me brain-settling drugs or a demand to stop my travel plans and get an MRI; my god the amount of strategizing I have to do. Woohoo I just continue to soar on the wings of forward momentum. I fall fast enough to miss hitting the ground.