This, is another rancid poem about the heart shaped box I hold you inside…the place where I put my wishes that always seem to turn into woes; the place where all that holds us together spoils- splitting instants, when we … Continue reading
"Let me give you my life; take me to church. I'll worship at the shrine of your lies. I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife....offer me that deathless stare- but good God let me give you my life!"
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"Let me give you my life; take me to church. I'll worship at the shrine of your lies. I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife....offer me that deathless stare- but good God let me give you my life!"
Food, Road Trips & Notes from the Non-Profit Underground
The FIUTS Community Blog
one terrible comic per weekday, by Ryan Morrison
I guess I'll go ahead and count the ways.
A collaborative blog on nerd culture
Some of these thoughts may make sense. But don't count on it.
Lauren's writing blog
Just another WordPress.com site
If sarcasm and self deprecating humour were an Olympic event I'd definitely qualify.
Bigger. Bolder. Bloggier.*
Life is Hard
Great reads from across WordPress.com, updated daily.
Bringing Non-profit social media professionals out from behind their logos
A new way of looking at your favorite movies
Marketing With A Story
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Editor and writer. Interested in tiny things, unhealthy nostalgia, old jungle mixtapes, my little homestead, and my cats. Not to be fed after midnight.
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