February 2012
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I still have a lot of feelings about you and they are very intimately wrapped in the feelings I have about myself and life and vocations and alcohol and love and a lot of things, I always knew exactly what you meant when you said you were “conflicted” but I never wanted to admit it, and sometimes I wonder if it’ll always be this way. Sometimes I wonder if I’ll always be...
“Men go abroad to wonder at the heights of mountains, at the huge waves of the...”
– Augustine (via -witheverything)
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I used to really love having friends in different groups. Not like I consciously divide them, but I enjoy having a bunch of groups of really different people from different parts of my life. Now it seems like everyone I know knows everyone else I know and I really, really hate it.
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I just like people. I like listening to Allison mutter to herself in agreement during presentations, like a bee buzzing as she adds on to and corrects things people say. I like Austin when he talks about W.E.B. DuBois and his desire to help people. I like Brittany and I feel proud that she’s my friend when she articulates complicated questions about race and sexuality and gender. I like Gina...
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Forgive them, Father; they know not what they do.
Last night at Lifeteen, another Core and I were leading small group and veered off course about random, stupid stuff. Jokes lead to other jokes and somehow we end up laughing about the possibility of running into President Obama at a McDonald’s in Albuquerque. My other Core member says that if he ever met him, he’d take out a picture of a dismembered, aborted baby and say,...
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catching fire
We cross the room, but in the doorway, Haymitch’s voice stops us. “Katniss, when you’re in the arena,” he begins. Then he pauses. He’s scowling in a way that makes me sure I’ve already disappointed him. “What?” I ask defensively. “You just remember who the enemy is,” Haymitch tells me. “That’s all. Now go on. Get out of...
