How is it possible to miss a woman whom you kept at a distance, so that when she was gone you would not miss her?  Steve Martin

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No, what I felt was the torment of waiting, stuck between the end of one sentence and the beginning of the next which might or might not bring a hail storm, plane crash, poetic justice, or a miraculous reversal. Nicole Krauss

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Mattie was in love with Daniel, of course; this was the X within the circle on her map: I love Daniel.  Anne Lamott

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‘Because,’ she said, ‘when you’re scared but you still do it anyway, that’s brave.’ Neil Gaiman

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The Future: I see E twice. As in sEEk, mEEt, and dEEp. Or, it might be a sound you make this wEEk: EEEEEEEEEEE!!! Joy or fear? U tell mee.

good luck,
Miranda

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A man does what he can; a woman does what a man cannot. 

i’m leaving in a few weeks – to some it means everything, others less so

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thursday: picked up deneice at LAX, gave my final brand presentation at USC

friday: flower market, picked up nicole at LAX

saturday: finally – my graduation party, which was amazing; followed by seven grand, a random warehouse party, and a hotel at 4AM

sunday: sent N back to the east (and didn’t cry saying goodbye since we’ll be together soon), and recovered

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i carried my bound thesis out of kinko’s earlier this afternoon and maaan, couldn’t help but smile

A life without stories would be no life at all. And stories bound us, did they not, one to another, the living to the dead, people to animals, people to the land?  —alexander mccall smith

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A man came up upon a construction site where three people were working. He asked the first, “What are you doing” and the man answered, “I am laying bricks.” He asked the second, “What are you doing?” and the man answered, “I am building a wall.” He walked up to the third man, who was humming a tune as he worked and asked, “What are you doing?” and the man stood up and smiled and said, “I am building a cathedral.”

Annette Simmons, from The Story Factor – one of the main texts referenced in my thesis

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It was time to take the pumpkin out of the pot and eat it. In the final analysis, that was what solved these big problems of life. You could think and think and get nowhere, but you still had to eat your pumpkin. That brought you down to earth. That gave you a reason for going on. Pumpkin.

Alexander McCall Smith

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Raymond Chandler famously described the winds here as “those hot dry Santa Anas that come down through the mountain passes and curl your hair and make your nerves jump and your skin itch.”

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I’ve devoted significant time the past few days to cleaning and reorganizing my things. Our garage is currently Michelle’s Storage Unit – everything from my apartment, and then everything from pre-college life (boxes and boxes of books, magazines, high school memorabilia, every letter ever written in the history of my life, clothes I swore I’d wear).  I need to clear away the clutter before I leave so I can be sure I keep and take with me only the most important artifacts. It’s a trip to tear through boxes and see stuff you’d completely forgotten about, and feels good to get rid of most of it too.

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We hit the sidewalk, and dropped hands. How I wished, right then, that the whole world was a street.

It seemed to happen in springs, the revealing of things.

― Aimee Bender, The Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake

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