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"Where Bleeding Hearts Shrivel and Swing to the Right"
About Me
- Ms. Poshlust
- "There is only this for consolation: an hour, here or there, when our lives seem, against all odds and expectations, to burst open and give us everything we've ever imagined." - Virginia Wolfe
Picture of the Day
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- Whoa Nelly.
- Heaven
- One Of Those Nights
- Slip Reflected
- Snow Day!
- Sushi Special
- What I'm Doing, What I'm Not Doing..
- Music To My Heart
- Swamped.
- I Should Be Studying
- I Give Up.
- "The Ruthless Pursuit of Profit Creates a Criminog...
- Bush Dreams
- Dinner At the Towers
- Tick.
- Recoup at Ians.
- On the Upswing to Wholesome..
- Not So Wholesome...
- So Wholesome!
- Not Just for Chocolate.
- Objects May Appear Prettier...
- Dinner Party Wonderful
- My Pretty Babies!
- Ms. P. Relaxes at Home
- Atomism as Pieces of the Soul
- Blurry Sexies
- Reaching for a Beer
- Pretty Pretty Chan
- Dear Leader
- Head Smashed in College Jump
- What Do Proletariats Give Thanks For? Well, Just A...
- My New Book
- The Best Weekend of the Year
- We All Lose One Another.. Then We Get Found
- Pain Pain Pain...
- Friday Night Lights
- I Think I Had a Martini For Every Month
- Well, I Cried at the Trailer.
- Dear Jenny Feniak
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3 comments:
You look so sad in these pictures. Hopefully things turn around for you soon.
Those nights are painful, dark and scary. But thankfully, those nights do end, and to sound totally cheesy, the sun does come up (eventually).
And when all else fails, cry until you can't cry anymore.
I am making Christmas cookies, buttertarts and squares for you - we will chase the sadness away with sugar highs, trashing the men who are bad for you and good red wine. I booked your ticket today to come home for some retail therepy, sleep therepy and a nice soft shoulder to lean on. I love you. Mom xxxooo
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