August 2010
2 posts
Stoic Lotus: I initially created this blog so that... →
I initially created this blog so that I can get comfortable with distributing my works to the public. Those who know me know that I’m working towards being a news journalist one day. I love politics, at least in its justifiable form. I like to know what’s going on around me. I like to defend what…
Hey everyone! This is my older sister’s blog. Like me, she’s also a writer. An...
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Future Ad For Potential Roommates
Female looking for any gendered persons to become potential roommates.
Let it be known that I can clean and perhaps learn how to cook because I will no doubt obtain lots of jobs and lose them all due to being bored and unhappy. Well I don’t really know how to cook and I burn things all the time but I’ll try really hard to make up for rent I can’t pay by giving a whole lot of...
June 2010
4 posts
some changes to my blog
I’ll probably be experimenting with writing more. Trying out different styles instead of constantly limiting myself to one thing. I’m going to embrace more metaphors, poetic things, and such. Shorter writings everyday. I want to broaden my horizons and learn to be more creative. Work with different mediums. What do you think of that? I’m not so sure.
I also put away all the /ask...
children of the sun
Beep… Beep… Beep… Beep….
The rhythm of the heart monitor tends to continue on in my head some days despite the fact that it stopped beating an endless amount of time ago, when your heart decided to give out, give up, and give itself to death. My own heart is quickening by a few beats, though it always does when I even remotely think of you and those last moments, as if it...
soiled doves came to perch on my windowsill
with their breasts jutted out and preening. Dirty, tainted, they smiled at me with a falseness so sweet from their damning little beaks, that it tingled in the back of my neck and it ached, sored because even if the attention wasn’t real, I wanted more and more and more of it. I needed them with their bird songs of lies. I needed the false comfort of their feathers brushing against my...
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memorial day
Meeting someone on the roof of some snazzy, grandly obnoxious hotel in the heart of Mississippi didn’t exactly register in my head as I walked heavy steps, leaden with fatigue, up the flight of metal stairs of the fire escape at three in the morning.
In fact I was more thinking of the scenery I’d see from the top of the building and how my mind was buzzing from slight excitement...
May 2010
3 posts
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oh tumblr,
There was a previous blog of the same title which I promptly deleted because I feel that the list needs to be updated and I should not only give the links to the blogs but perhaps I should also write WHY, to give a clear understanding, I adore those blogs so. I’ve met many wonderful people on here that honestly, truly deserve so much more recognition because the things they write are just...
April 2010
20 posts
bluebird don't fly too far
George had two anomalies protruding from the shoulder blades on his back and those were the first two things I noticed about him when I first met him, hunched over in his wheelchair and straining to observe something in the middle of the road. He didn’t notice me at first and well, I don’t think he noticed anything else besides whatever it is he was so intent on looking at. Besides...
let it soak, hang it out to dry
Mother always told me so many things about people, especially in the interaction of men. How in them, you should always look for security over comfort, money over love, and material over affection. It never mattered how much you cared for someone and how much they cared for you, what is significant is what they can provide and if you have shelter over your head. As you may have already guessed,...
"I simply don't have an imagination,
never have, even as a kid. I had toys, so many of them that it called for their own space and I never bothered picking a single one up. My mom, my dad, they’d put me in that room and I’d simply look around and cry. Wail, actually. I’d say things along the lines of why would they put me in there by myself, with things like that. Yada yada.” He fidgeted a bit and his hands...
airshipsandwaves asked: Happy birthday! I truly wish you all the best. I’m excited to read how your life unfolds. Enjoy it. =)
Thank you very much, Jason! I’m anticipating so much and my toes are just tingling. I am enjoying it, as much as I possibly can. I hope you are enjoying yourself as well.
jenna2step asked: Happy birthday, dear Linda! You are entirely lovely.
Thank you,...
golden year
As it has finally reached twelve am, today marks the day in which I have lasted another year. Seventeen in total. I feel my chest expanding by such an extreme multitude and my breathing is just a little heavy. It’s getting closer and closer until the marking point of when I finally leave.
This year is different from the others. I feel as if I will finally find what I have been looking for...
metamorphosis
In much the same ways that some people collect stamps, snow globes, stickers, coins, postcards, dolls, shells, leaves, and other such various objects; I collect hobbies. I collect lifestyles. I collect dreams.
I’ve tried my hand in so many different things, it’s almost laughable. I’ve dabbled in ballet and soon switched over to boxing. In the process, exchanging pretty ribbons...
losing touch with reality
I can only say few words of the depression that has begun slinking its way back in to my mind, although this situation is not uncommon because I frequently go through these bouts and pull myself back out. It’s just that the people who I’ve allowed closure into who I am suffer for it and it feeds into the question of self worth.
I am a terrible friend to have. I am selfish. Selfish in...
slip into your skin
One day I will evaporate in to the air and you will breathe me in, in sweet nostalgia. The fine dust, a vast array of vibrant specks, would begin fluttering behind those closed lids and form visions, memories, we once sustained together.
With every shallow breath your lungs could muster, I’d feed you another moment where I squeezed your nervous hands in reassurance or told you that...
last life in the universe
I discovered at a young age that I had an inherent fear of deep bodies of unknown water. This was during a time when I collected battle scars by the ton, from awry branches scraping at my little legs and arms to knocking hard in to objects that so happened to be in my path. I carried every bruise and every cut like it was an honor, obviously told by the proud tilt of my head, the way my eyes shone...
fictionz asked: "Finding myself is so much more valuable than staying and living a life that doesn’t mean anything to me."
Well said, and thanks for putting this into words. You may have just defined life.
And because this is /ask: what are your thoughts on antiques?
Well said, and thanks for putting this into words. You may have just defined life.
And because this is /ask: what are your thoughts on antiques?
listless
Instead of being one of those kids who were figuring out what they wanted to do in life, I was still stuck trying to decipher where I belonged and what it truly meant on having a home. The way that fresh minds juggle around careers, I juggled around different places and hoped with every single last bit of my soul that I would soon find resolve and finally have something staying. Although it never...
old news
Last year I had an elderly neighbor who lived down the street and on the corner away from me. It was a very rare occurrence that I ever saw him outside and on those chances that he did appear, I would sneak glances and milk as many details possible before he retreated back in to his home. Despite the tendencies to be reclusive and his ways of exuding the typical cranky old neighbor stereotype, he...
sky dancing
The planets danced circles around the sun and so did I. Yet unlike them with their tireless rotations and minute movements built with utter concentration to achieve only the most graceful cycles that was once thought to merely exist in pure unadulterated imagination, I quickly grew weary and collapsed headfirst within a crater on the moon, dazed.
In that hollow, pebbles dug themselves deep...
discombalderated asked: Hans Christian Andersen would have been 205 today.
"I have always been the sullen child with more...
I remember her small and frail voice prominently stating those words from pinched lips that matched her disagreeable nature. We were only eleven then and she had already started showing signs of superiority that comes only with touching the line between being a kid and finally being a teenager. I was still a passive and reserved soul, completely at odds with the intense girl sitting beside me on...
March 2010
17 posts
qweasdzxcpoilkjnb asked: Hey ya Linda! I try to check out your blog whenever I'm on and I have always enjoyed your entries. This time, though, it greeted me with a very pleasant surprise when I came across your swap idea! Apart from bank letters and other useless junk I seldom get anything in the mail that's made for me personally so I would love to participate. I love making anything handmade as much as I love...
thenighteverythingchanged asked: Your exchange project just sounds phenomenal.
Have you received anything yet? :D!
Have you received anything yet? :D!
neitherfamenorfortune asked: Hi ya
Long time reader, first time asker ;)
Do you have any internatoinal stuff swappers yet? I'd love to become part of a global sharing family
Peace
Neil
ps. Your tumblr rocks!
Long time reader, first time asker ;)
Do you have any internatoinal stuff swappers yet? I'd love to become part of a global sharing family
Peace
Neil
ps. Your tumblr rocks!
hurricanejessie asked: I would LOVE to trade things through the mail! I heart letters and random stuff, both sending and receiving them. Here's some stuff about me - I like mix tapes and CDs, all kinds of music (really), trains, whiskey, the circus/sideshow, pulp novels, old books of any kind, tattoos, zines, literature, pretty blurry photographs, maps, accordions, whiskey, ghosts, and really a million other...
juliannebaker asked: I would certainly love to exchange oddities via mailmen's trucks.
unexpectedradiance asked: Love the mail exchange idea. Would you mind if I joined in on this? :)
an exchange of sorts
Who’d like to trade things with me through the mail?
I’m mainly thinking homemade objects or pretty much anything from the heart and some emotion. An added in letter would be absolutely wonderful. I got the idea from Ryan and it was further enforced by Brandon and his piano/cassette project. As you can probably tell, I love surprises. Anything that is sent will be a complete surprise...
Among my many eclectic and strange possessions, there is a little mundane moleskin notebook that I have yet to write or contribute in. I’ve once mentioned it before, a post that was filled with excitement and potential grandeur that has resulted in to a vat of nothingness. That’s it. Simply so. I’ve had this wretched thing for two months, sitting in a secluded corner underneath...
Seeing a dance academy the other day while...
When I was just shy of thirteen, I attended dance classes with a girl who I considered at that age, a best friend. She was a year older than me but we were in the same grade, same school, and lived in the same neighborhood. Well, I lived in a trailer park in a poorly painted white mobile home and she lived right around the corner in a picture-esque white and green two story house. She had the...
Anonymous asked: There is a thought. Something that flitted through my head. I'm not sure how it all happened, but it did, and now this is it. Part of the thought was to write it here, and send it to you. Please don't ask which part it was, I can't even tell myself; I think it might have been the left foot of the thought. Possibly.
And it all went like this: "If there was to be one...
And it all went like this: "If there was to be one...
“Calloused hands beckon
With a tilt of a finger
You have taken me.”
– Linda’s Random Haiku Moment
theconscientiouscontrarian-deac asked: So I've been slowly reading your 'Bud's' post slowly throughout the day. Distractions have been prevalent, what can I say? But I just finished it.
I just finished it and I've decided I want to know you really, truly. Not like some silly boy whose own common sense is blinded by his own infatuations, but in a mature way. You keep throwing hints at all these rough and...
I just finished it and I've decided I want to know you really, truly. Not like some silly boy whose own common sense is blinded by his own infatuations, but in a mature way. You keep throwing hints at all these rough and...
Bud's
There is a diner that I always pass by on the drive to school and never have I really put much of a second thought to it. It’s always been the same old dingy place with a tiny (always semi-empty) parking lot, at odds with the bustle of life going around it. To draw the slight bit of customers that it already has, by the door is a neon open sign that is always on even when the place...
It feels as if at the reintroduction of him into my life, or at least whenever it was I came to terms with the situation, all of the words that once flowed right out of my mind so easily flew out of the window and into some other troubled head, looking to find release.
I can’t feel anything at all. Everything is just too blank for me to give something I deem valid. I hope this changes soon....
I dreamed that I bled roses and you ate the petals like it was your last lifeline. Maybe it was. You said that nothing had ever tasted sweeter, smelt better. Though I think it was because you never broadened your horizons. So I let you out of your makeshift cage, gave you the time to fly. In that span given, you taught yourself how to lie. Each one of them fell on my back, like weights, and I...
February 2010
32 posts
Ideal Food Store - Mazant St.
Deep in the bowels of the ninth ward in New Orleans, Louisiana, there is a decrepit two level grocery store I once resided in. If I think hard enough about it, I can still feel the shaking in the upper level as a city bus drove by. I can see the webs vibrate and the big daddy long leg spiders move around in agitation at every corner in every room. I can still hear metals clank and shake, still...
Attempted cooking today,
If I could even really call it that since the only things needed were a microwave, knife, tub of chocolate, can of whip cream, and carton of strawberries. Yes, you guessed right if your initial thought happened to be chocolate covered strawberries. Now on going back and reading the title of this, you must be thinking “Attempted? Did she really mess up making chocolate covered strawberries?...
I adore bruises from random everyday mishaps. It tells a story, gives you a sense of identity to a stranger. I could not possibly explain the sense of piqued curiosity and wonderment I feel when I notice someone with their skin bared and the discolored area showing. Either on chest, arms, legs, or any other body part one could possibly think of, for some odd enough reason, my eyes are immediately...