h.d reynolds

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March 2011

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#don't you judge me
I love it when you call me

marcyjeanstacey:

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Gas station pickle is sexy!!

Those … hands.  Shudder

Mar 29, 20111 note
Not enough people love Celebration. You should love them. → baltimoresun.com
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“

(For German practice, I’ve been reading in a little bilingual edition of the Brothers Grimm.)

It’s another rather gruesome story with a lot of mixed messages. Here’s what I learned:


The advice of one’s mother is worth heeding.

Fathers cannot be trusted to protect their children from abusers.

Sometimes the pretty ones are evil.

Sometimes you have to put with oppression, but nevertheless you must be on the lookout for a way out.

Prayerful grief at the graves of loved ones is dear to God.

Be modest in what you ask of other people, but bold in what you ask of Providence.

People sometimes make promises without any intention of keeping them.

Lentils are worth the trouble.

The natural world is on the side of the good.

Nice clothes matter for making a first impression, but after that not so much.

Playing ‘hard to get’ works.

Doing violence to yourself to fit in will backfire, and you will end up crippled and bloody.

Men prefer women with small feet.

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—From Brother Charles’ ‘a minor friar’ blog
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“

The Moon’s the North Wind’s cooky.
He bites it, day by day,
Until there’s but a rim of scraps
That crumble all away.

The South Wind is a baker.
He kneads clouds in his den,
And bakes a crisp new moon that … greedy
North … Wind … eats … again!

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—http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-moon-s-the-north-wind-s-cooky/
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“Low expectations are not a recipe for good self-care. You get sour; you drink too much wine; you stop reading because everything you read makes you even more sour; you go on diatribes against successful young writers (OR PAINTERS - me) in the kitchens at parties. You definitely are not working out. Eventually you wear a hole in one of the elbows of your bathrobe and instead of taking it off, you think, “That makes sense. It’s nice to have a little air circulating around. They should make all the bathrobes this way.” —http://www.theawl.com/2011/03/on-expectations-and-a-writers-lack-of-same
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#siouxsie is my spirit animal
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