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[Jan. 1st, 2020|12:01 am] |
hello, this journal is
mostly friends only
if you would like to add me then introduce yourself here, i would like to meet you!
please do leave a comment, otherwise i probably will not add you back.
(i just want to know who is looking at my journal.)
if you are interested in my artwork, my public art journal is
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) hannahbird.
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[Dec. 3rd, 2009|08:14 pm] |
i'm feeling grateful tonight, and trying not to think about the morning.
♥:
lying in the hammock, watching the dogs in the yard and the bees in the trees. two days off in a row. my sister's cat girly cakes, for kneading my stomach and licking my fingers and nose. my sister's cat milners, for meowing at me loudly and rolling around at my feet, and for being orange and fluffy. the new house (the little house). walking the little house to plan where the furniture will go. and our new sofa, it is beautiful. coming home after a 9 hour work day to david, and clam chowder and a grilled cheese, and a vanilla milkshake. driving home from work at night in the rain, behind a taxi cab with white fairy lights and a santa figure displayed in the rear window. wrapping christmas gifts with my mother and my sister. library books. angie bee. pumpkin bread.
speaking of zombres, she tagged me for a question meme, ( and these are my answers. ) |
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| etsy! |
[Nov. 19th, 2009|07:14 pm] |
i finally have my necklaces up on etsy!
please do take a look, i've put a lot of love into them.
hannahbird.etsy.com |
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| (no subject) |
[Nov. 4th, 2009|12:56 am] |
i dreamt that i was running towards the water (the ocean or a pond), and then into it, looking only ahead; i swam past a little girl with the most beautiful color of red hair i have ever seen, past an older couple waltzing or attempting to in still water up to their waists, to where the shadow of a tree met the light, and i went no further. i stopped because something scary was hiding in a tree nearby in front of me. it was nighttime and everyone knew there was a devil in it, but they wanted to see.
( photographs )
there is music in a lot of my dreams, like a movie. the songs are always beautiful and real (like a real repeating melody). i wish i could write music so i could remember for longer than the few minutes after i wake up. they get very stuck in my head while i'm still lying in bed but then they never come back. |
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| Pablo Neruda. |
[Aug. 18th, 2009|08:19 pm] |
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way than this: Where “I” does not exist, nor “You”, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep. |
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[Jul. 10th, 2009|01:48 pm] |
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hi babies. i want to let you know that i have a poll going on over at my art journal (hannahbird). i'm in the process of creating an etsy store, and would like to know which of my pieces would make good prints. i'd be so happy to have your opinion! even if you don't follow my art journal. it's here if you'd like to help out, and will be open until monday the 13th. thank you <3 |
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| (no subject) |
[Jul. 3rd, 2009|04:12 am] |
i've been gone because i just do not know what to write in my livejournal, lately.
( outdoors ) |
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| rainer maria rilke |
[Jun. 9th, 2009|02:33 am] |
How can I keep my soul in me, so that
it doesn't touch your soul? How can I raise
it high enough, past you, to other things?
I would like to shelter it, among remote
lost objects, in some dark and silent place
that doesn't resonate when your depths resound.
Yet everything that touches us, me and you,
takes us together like a violin's bow,
which draws one voice out of two separate strings.
Upon what instrument are we two spanned?
And what musician holds us in his hand?
Oh sweetest song. |
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| APPLE BATTLE |
[Apr. 19th, 2009|07:09 pm] |
Imagine, if you will, an apple wearing socks and a sweatband. Imagine in your mind a slice of cake wearing athletic sneakers.
Now imagine them speeding down a dusty racetrack, propelled by their stick-like cartoon legs. The apple has quickly overtaken the cake in this final battle for snacktime superiority, this fervent footrace to end the age-old question of... FRUIT OR CAKE?
The apple's fellow fruits and vegetables cheer their hero on as he crosses the finish line. Wilting french fries look on in disbelief, the agony of defeat etched into their salty, delicious faces. It is a scene of raw power and emotion, surpassed only by the power of the apple's mighty calves.
Hello this is my sunday night |
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| (no subject) |
[Dec. 4th, 2008|05:37 pm] |
it is december. fantasy christmas wishlist time.
( wishlist )
this is all just for fun. this year i do not want anything from anyone. i am sad because i have no money and cannot buy for people like i did last year. but i am going to try, once my loan comes in. giving people gifts is one of my favorite things to do. |
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[Dec. 4th, 2008|12:53 am] |
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i love being in love. |
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