justina forever
putting one foot in front of the other since i could walk
Category: writing
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“I guess so. Maybe. I don’t know.” He sings this line when he does an impression of me and I hear it for days like a jingle from a TV ad. I tell people I have no opinions. I’m not cultured and make no effort to be. I don’t read enough books, listen to enough…
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Originally written in 2008. Kissing— biting— Where is the difference? When we truly love It’s easy to do one when we mean the other. Kleist’s Penthesilea When you say, “I love you,” the words tumble out of your mouth like chewing gum. “I love you.” What does that even mean? Like the mechanical regurgitation of…
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Sometimes I’m scared I have nothing to say. This fear makes me want to hide in a hole in the ground and stare at my feet. Well, the other day, when I was staring at my feet, I saw my big toe poking out of my sock. Enough. I stitched up the hole like a…
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Are you a grown-up who wants to get along better with your parents? Here’s some practical advice I scraped together for myself. Maybe it will help you, too. 1. Help your dad with his computer When your dad calls you at work for computer help, drop everything and help him, even if you have to…
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Sometimes when my mother wants to be cruel she tells us we burst from a stone. I love when she says this because it’s true. Inside the crystal, my sister and I curled up like yin-yang fetuses and held in our giggles as we got ready to explode in a spectacle of shards to turn my…
justina forever 