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Posted in full at: http://ift.tt/2wzCZbi at September 17, 2017 at 07:41PM
dispatch from the soreness trenches: stretching actually does make you feel better.

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POISON RING

Sep. 16th, 2017 06:59 pm
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Posted in full at: http://ift.tt/2wjHDz7 at September 16, 2017 at 02:57PM
POISON RING

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Posted in full at: http://ift.tt/2w15wr8 at September 16, 2017 at 01:09PM
most inconsequential horrible thing that’s ever happened to me: the bottom of my milk jug got a tiny hole in it on the way back from the store.

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Posted in full at: http://ift.tt/2f5ozgI at September 13, 2017 at 12:59PM
Ok, every single crown seller on Etsy I like is in RUSSIA, and my thing is the 30th

I’m being discriminated against by shipping times

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Posted in full at: http://ift.tt/2w8aJBw at September 13, 2017 at 10:54AM
I wish there were a single-word conditional in English so that I could pointedly not use it.

my dad tells a story about a friend who scandalized the French family he was staying with by saying “je veux du beurre” rather than “je voudrais du beurre,” because of its childishness and rudeness.

I don’t have the wistfulness of the conditional. Je veux. I want. Simple, direct, one syllable words that encompass everything. I want the way a child wants, undefinedly but overpoweringly. There is nothing polite about the feeling below my heart. It reaches out, though for what I don’t know.

It all comes down to this: the sharp pointed desire made naked: I want.

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Posted in full at: http://ift.tt/2xihHmJ at September 12, 2017 at 01:27PM
solo canoeing may make you feel like an adventurer braving the wilds and discovering new territory with every stroke of the paddle, but it will also make your arms very sore the next day

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Posted in full at: http://ift.tt/2wXFKXr at September 12, 2017 at 08:56AM
my insincerity on here comes from fear: that i’ll be unable to convey what really matters to me. or maybe from reverence: that what really matters to me is too important to be commodified - too big to be cut down into a tumblr post. 

what matters to me is yesterday. I took a long weekend to go up to the Adirondacks with my parents, to stay on an island in Saranac Lake. It wasn’t perfect - it rained on the way over to the island, my parents snapped at each other, and I, though I tried to be calm, snapped too - but it was wonderful. I cried Sunday night, long and loud and seemingly without cause, and I saw the cause on Monday afternoon: that the world was putting on its best for me. The day was perfect, crisp and sunwarmed, and the lake was calm. I had a solo canoe, and I felt, even though my parents were relatively near, and the lake has been extensively mapped, and there were a whole lot of motorboats, that with each stroke of my paddle, I was exploring new territory. 

And as I paddled, I remembered “le morte stagioni, e la presente
e viva, e il suon di lei” - “the dead seasons, and the one that is here now and living, and its sound;” for this was early fall, still bordering on summer, and it’s a time for endings and for winding down, and for remembering everything that has come before: the weight of the years leading up to this point, and the way the lake looked last night, moon-silvered in the darkness, and everything I’d fled to come here: work, and the little room that contains my entire life, and the city. And the sun shone, striking sparkles from the tiny waves on the lake, and everything cried don’t leave me; 

but living is leaving, and moments like those don’t last: winter comes, and it’s negative 7 Fº, and it’s good only for telling stories about years later; and sometimes it rains for days or weeks, and the brave clothing that those two days put on is false. 

Still, if I could choose to be anywhere, forever, it would be looking out at the lake from the top of our bluff, the fire crackling, the lake framed by trees, its depths only hinted at. 

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Posted in full at: http://ift.tt/2eKubNh at September 06, 2017 at 09:22AM
It is 9:20 am and the frail thread holding my pants button has already popped.

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