no one lets you yell around here.
no one says "it`s okay" to raise your voice &kick your legs &throw your face in to a pillow.
no one lets you cry because you are exhausted and overworked.
&it was finally starting to grow, to blossom a little white petal,
but you wouldn`t let it.
because every one else is tired too, right?
&that makes it so wrong?
because i don`t want to sing this song any more.
I would like to be involved in some sort of grass roots movement.
fellow travelers.
- B.E.B.
- JEH
- L. Borden
- Pr. Don
- Rebecca
- a softer world
- amateur cartography
- andrea
- any thing, really.
- barrett buys brownies by boston
- build a nest
- circle venture
- green tea w/honey
- h.m.b.
- hasten the day
- he bikes to work occasionally
- hopefulness
- kim
- lamb
- lily
- m.doodles
- mouse
- ms. cari base
- music!
- nelly
- next door neighbour
- nomnom
- o.w.f.
- peace in the chaos
- porch front factory
- postsecret
- psalters.
- rice milk
- ruminate
- star pine
- street art
- syllipsi
- the ashram
- the game that announced we were not to be messed with.
- words.
- συζητεω
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Go ahead and throw a fit.
Then they'll catch it like a common cold and then everyone can finally recuperate, together.
Almost done...
Sigh.
We do tend to hold things in too much.
I used to say, "Some day I'm going to cry really hard about this."
I try to cry quicker now.
I promise the real world isn't like this. And. It is good to cry.
I promise the real world isn't like this. (At least what I've known of it.) And. It is good to cry.
oh look I doubly commented! here is another.
I promise that in the real world you don't have to pay for this sort of stress. You get stress, yes, but generally you get paid for it. Which is a whole nother thing altogether.
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