Electric Gypsy Woman: Archive

a single swipe of eyeliner becomes pretentious

Feb 29th

“‘Tis of great use to the sailor to know the length of his line, though he cannot with it fathom all the depths of the ocean. ‘Tis well he knows, that it is long enough to reach the bottom, at such places, as are necessary to direct his voyage, and caution him against running upon shoals, that may ruin him.” -John Locke

Feb 27th

Her Lips Are Copper Wire

whisper of yellow globes gleaming on lamp-posts that sway like bootleg licker drinkers in the fog and let your breath be moist against me like bright beads on yellow globes telephone the power-house that the main wires are insulate (her words play softly up and down dewy corridors of billboards) then with your tongue remove the tape and press your lips to mine till they are...

Feb 21st

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“Some days I am not sure if my faith is riddled with doubt or whether,...”

– Dr. Lauren Winner

Jan 18th

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“Ezekiel excoriates false prophets as those who have “not gone up into the...”

Jan 10th

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Jan 10th

Jan 5th

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the continuously fractured life: An Open Letter to... →

ashleighfhill: To everyone who reads this blog - I am super grateful for you and thanks for reading. However, this blog post is for pro-lifers. So, if that’s not you, maybe sit this one out, or realize it’s not directed at you. Thanks for sticking with me anyway. Maybe it’s weird that I’m a Christian, a…

Dec 30th

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Gettin' It →

Knowing who you are doesn’t mean being complete. It doesn’t mean feeling whole all the time. It doesn’t mean being perfect. It means nothing more complicated than acknowledging and owning the simple truth that no one but you does, or can, know you. This article. My philosophy of life.

Dec 18th

The good days are the ones when you’re able to get out of bed.

Dec 14th

Main Entry: kindred spirit Part of Speech: n Definition: a person who shares beliefs, attitudes, feelings, or features with another; also called kindred soul I don’t know what I’d do without them.

Dec 5th

Dec 3rd

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“Another sort of false prayers are our regrets. Discontent is the want of...”

– Ralph Waldo Emerson, my sensei & spirit animal, from Self-Reliance Is my profound lack of regrets evidence of a lack of substance? A lack of experience? Or is it a gift that I have nothing I would have undone if I could?

Nov 17th

Nov 14th

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Nov 10th

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You know, I never really know what to say. I want to scream that I’m grateful, grateful, grateful. I want to parcel myself into bits. I want to play the invisible strings that the wind winds around me. I want to walk on water. I want to trace the shapes my fingerprints make in charcoal. I want to tear entire pages out of books. I want to paint the glass ceiling of the sky with...

Nov 8th

“You are the hole in my head You are the space in my bed You are the silence in...”

– A love poem from Florence and the Machine.

Nov 6th

sure did just put a sticky note over my word count. i will stop when i feel like this paper is finished and see if it actually is. woopdeedoodle. so excited for when i finish! i get to do hot yoga i get to read moby dick and act like a sailor i get to stop drinking coffee i get to carve pumpkins i get to get my harry potter ring! i get to start rereading the harrys i get to apply to...

Oct 28th

Oct 26th

54/3600 words

Oct 26th

blahg.: read this slowly, out loud. →

bethanyshmethany: The Peace of Wild Things When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be, I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds. I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief. I come into the...

Oct 25th

And the questions are heavy, for a sinner like me, But the arms of the ocean delivered me.

Oct 24th

littledip: Nat King Cole // Nature Boy

Oct 24th

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Things I Do Not Do But Want To Do

fix my own car sew yves saint laurent-esque clothing build a tree house plant a tree grow tea leaves be a wine connoisseur dye my own hair graphic design pottery painting thoroughly read entire books in a day own a turtle

Oct 24th

The message has come through loud and clear:... →

Oct 23rd

literally crying over my homework again. when i have i ever really been alive?

Oct 22nd

Oct 21st

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Oct 21st

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Just ordered: N.T. Wright’s Reflecting the Glory: Meditations for Living Christ’s Life in the World and Estelle Freedman’s No Turning Back: The History of Feminism and the Future of Women

Oct 17th

“They love all the more, because they know themselves to be loved so exceedingly; but to whom little is given the same loveth little (Luke 7.47).” St. Bernard of Clairvaux

Oct 16th

Oct 14th

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Raise a glass to the turning of the seasons →

…but when everyone is veiled in summer’s haze, we at least have the illusion that something will stick. Fall, however, gives physical proof of impermanence, the viewable curl and snap of leaves as they start to let go. Wouldn’t we like to sometimes forget that this is how it works?

Oct 12th

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