Thursday

the funk of forty thousand years





























we found the masks at one of the outlet stores in st. george. they were 25 cents! and thriller was totally amazing. again, i feel that i was born to be a dancer and i failed to seize my opportunity. like, my spirit is a dancer and in the premortal life that is what i did. i danced around the clouds and people couldn't wait until i got my body. and then i was too afraid. because fouettes are hard.

xox

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love after love

The time will come when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror,
and each will smile at the other's welcome,
and say
sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger
who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread.
Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you all your life...

Take down the love
letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs,
the desperate notes, peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit.
Feast on your life.

~Derek Walcott

bring it on back

and i am telling you..

i'm karlee. i have a husband and a daughter. (well ok, she's a puppy.) this is the world through my eyes.

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