tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613604658358161577.comments2023-08-05T04:50:50.649-07:00hurricane heart.Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03141941816962453394noreply@blogger.comBlogger1566125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613604658358161577.post-49821900938576282672014-11-02T12:44:49.390-08:002014-11-02T12:44:49.390-08:00I know that this is an ancient post, but I wanted ...I know that this is an ancient post, but I wanted to comment and say how much I love this. I know I saw it when you first posted it, but it didn't quite resonate with me then, and it does now. It does so much. Writing has been such a fickle, fragile thing for me lately, and I was thinking of you and decided to check your blog and this just... sums up everything I am feeling about writing beautifully. Maggiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17405258642006851760noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613604658358161577.post-29748441067664215612013-05-16T22:58:20.279-07:002013-05-16T22:58:20.279-07:00every day when i get dressed, i think to myself &...every day when i get dressed, i think to myself "it's almost winter, so I could wear..." and then i remember, it's summer, and i just packed my winter clothes in a box because my apartment closet is too small for them.Sarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15310637150938988635noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613604658358161577.post-60202569619767435652013-05-16T22:54:37.058-07:002013-05-16T22:54:37.058-07:00I can't write anything to tell you that your m...I can't write anything to tell you that your metaphors and analogies are the most original. they give so much more meaning because they are fresh. they are the first flavor of a white tic tac, which i happen to believe is marshmallow, just for one second they are marsh mello, and after that, plain old mint. but the marshmellow is surprising and the best part. Can't spell it the same twice ;)Sarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15310637150938988635noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613604658358161577.post-83878434078940116262013-05-07T08:29:31.676-07:002013-05-07T08:29:31.676-07:00Beautifully written. Achingly honest. I don't ...Beautifully written. Achingly honest. I don't have much to add to what has already been written and commented on. But this hurt to read...because soon I won't be walking down the real sidewalk anymore, I'll just have the worms and rain to deal with, the road and trees left behind. Abbyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01239496805908813080noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613604658358161577.post-25409717595403779172013-05-07T01:12:24.685-07:002013-05-07T01:12:24.685-07:00I'll keep it short. This was pretty amazing an...I'll keep it short. This was pretty amazing and I really liked it. <br />I hope you're still well and stuff.NoeChillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11130993741704966087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613604658358161577.post-84677254520593850562013-05-06T06:01:32.740-07:002013-05-06T06:01:32.740-07:00Pretty much what my head's saying that my hear...Pretty much what my head's saying that my heart will feel. But a small part of my head, sanctioned off by the greyest and blandest useless knowledge and the resulting dust and fluff as it rots and rots though encased in the last bits of ice installed to keep the rest of me from melting. But it's not black enough. Layers have been shed and refrozen again, cracked only to be soldered back with blitzing heat and blasted cold. Don't like it.<br /><br />Looks like it's safe to stay locked away for a little while... but when the pressure dies the pain will relight. and blaze all summer long.<br /><br />I've missed this, intelligent writing. I hardly get the opportunity anymore and am disappointed to find my sanded, lacquered and polished flow rather halted and dry. That's not to say i've laughed and smiled less, nor cried less for the corresponding matter, i'm sure i've actually lived more. i have indubitably (started having a liking for that word just now, though i think it would feel rounder and better without the t).<br /><br />However, the duty of record has fallen on dear memory and is not aided much by any more physical representation or irrepressive force (which spell check knows not to be a word as it does follow the fact that memory is actually quite repressive). So the extra living i have been doing has not been more or less lost than it always is, it's just become harder to remember and, therefore, treated allthemore precious. And perhaps it is.<br /><br />Certainly, my living has not reached the peak of preciousness but, overall, the rate of the increase of preciousness in my daily living has accelerated. This i think, is helped along by the strengthened undercurrents of joy which i have let myself sink into a little more. 2 cor 6, v 10 especially, has been in my reading recently and... may become some of the dearest words my sure and firm Foundation instills, hopefully until it becomes immutable truth and my understanding of love becomes purer and clearer. Then i will better share and give the light by which all beauty is seen for what it is.<br /><br />I apologize for the longevity of this comment, though it seems an oxymoron to do so. Instead i apologize for the time you no longer have (and hope i don't come across as arrogant... though everyone who says that always does). May your eyes grow brighter everyday as light grows in you and may your heart expand as it receives and gives more and deeper love.Tunafishhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00622783406675315243noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613604658358161577.post-39150518769462848922013-03-04T03:53:45.970-08:002013-03-04T03:53:45.970-08:00I always seem to like the terrible comics that are...I always seem to like the terrible comics that are always included in text books.<br /><br />And yeah, I've been a couple of times this season. Its been a good one for boarding for me.King of Wishful Thinkinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06001247861281144330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613604658358161577.post-3699446709881075182013-03-02T11:13:40.831-08:002013-03-02T11:13:40.831-08:00didn't feel like writing a comment so i'm ...didn't feel like writing a comment so i'm writing a post =PTunafishhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00622783406675315243noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613604658358161577.post-85492290520325136872013-03-01T17:04:06.210-08:002013-03-01T17:04:06.210-08:00"The little comic strips stuck in economics t..."The little comic strips stuck in economics textbooks are helplessly dry as the smiles in the school hallways are wry and you hope to God that you'll be home soon. "<br /><br />thanks for saying what i am feeling as of the moment. haha. :) by the way i'm trish :)Trishhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01335681532829656170noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613604658358161577.post-39619789547592523782013-03-01T12:08:52.800-08:002013-03-01T12:08:52.800-08:00This is so beautiful, Jillian. Keep writing foreve...This is so beautiful, Jillian. Keep writing forever.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613604658358161577.post-5137075615899187702013-02-28T21:12:42.522-08:002013-02-28T21:12:42.522-08:00My favorite part is days that usually aren't m...My favorite part is days that usually aren't monday. Your writing is good Jills. Really good. Even if it just feels hard. Carved marble is still beautiful.Sarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15310637150938988635noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613604658358161577.post-28618182293152071212013-02-28T21:02:35.063-08:002013-02-28T21:02:35.063-08:00I totally like how I can picture this whole scenar...I totally like how I can picture this whole scenario. I've read it over a few times, and I think I'll have to do so a few more times before I can really get it.NoeChillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11130993741704966087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613604658358161577.post-88360593634440400232013-02-02T21:36:10.911-08:002013-02-02T21:36:10.911-08:00Sometimes I can totally relate to this.Sometimes I can totally relate to this.NoeChillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11130993741704966087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613604658358161577.post-29592372728664426252013-01-27T20:14:48.922-08:002013-01-27T20:14:48.922-08:00Hi. First of all, you have a beautiful blog, and s...Hi. First of all, you have a beautiful blog, and seem like a very intriguing person. But what I wanted to ask you was the following: Your poetry and prose are amazing. I write poetry and narratives too, but am afraid of posting them on my blog because the internet is full of evil villains who steal your stuff. Have you protected your work in any way? I would love to know, because I too would love to share my stuff. Thank you! :)Antoniahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09145602398482678712noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613604658358161577.post-80269117949337797352013-01-26T23:35:28.151-08:002013-01-26T23:35:28.151-08:00Aughhh. So freaking sad. I've been there. Wors...Aughhh. So freaking sad. I've been there. Worst feeling...ever.Joliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04106032358041133140noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613604658358161577.post-46195164143559982902013-01-26T04:39:29.476-08:002013-01-26T04:39:29.476-08:00I know all about feeling like a ghost, and I'm...I know all about feeling like a ghost, and I'm glad I'm not in school anymore.<br /><br />How about following each other? Let me know on my blog!<br /><br />/Avy<br /><br /><a href="http://mymotherfuckedmickjagger.blogspot.com" rel="nofollow"><b>http://mymotherfuckedmickjagger.blogspot.com</b></a><br /><br />♥AVYhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01035987277042149877noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613604658358161577.post-33674805958340041292013-01-25T09:58:04.621-08:002013-01-25T09:58:04.621-08:00heh... dunno if i can really write what i want to....heh... dunno if i can really write what i want to. I'm free from togetherness but not free to fully be myself. and this knowledge haunts every step, dragged or not. felt like i was gonna faint the whole day. got pretty pale, was sweating a little excessively. and every moment hating how i can't remedy the disappointments others project-about myself and other things. chasing perfect sounds when maybe i should just listen to the music. i have no eyes to look into and poor eyes to look from. only stones of discomfort and polished rocks of apathy which need to bleed before they can take what i want to give in. with red hands finally open and red eyes for once not closed, i fall to my knees, exhaling vapor and letting red spittle fly, expressing my soul- my wonderings at how anyone could hug or want a hug from me, a broken and dirtied corpse with a mechanical pump, shreds of flesh blowing in the wind, raw muscles too swollen to move and sunken eyes that glimmer as might a dark and empty pool, not deep enough to create the most terrible of monsters, but enough so that they may find a home here. movies and books always tell us that the epics and adventures are shadowed by reality and we can only connect with them through a surreal knowledge. but i've seen more than i want to. and i watch it over and over again. these memory tapes are rather worn for their length of life. almost too worn to realize that even in winter birds still sing and when the sun sinks the stars still shine. i have no words, only thoughts that only One other can understand. since you let me know, i thought i'd let you know.Tunafishhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00622783406675315243noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613604658358161577.post-51724034153771680062013-01-24T23:07:16.432-08:002013-01-24T23:07:16.432-08:00*nod* Everyday. *nod* Everyday. Abbyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01239496805908813080noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613604658358161577.post-40974318866685482632013-01-24T21:44:53.368-08:002013-01-24T21:44:53.368-08:00Wow, that was beautiful and a little melancholy at...Wow, that was beautiful and a little melancholy at the same time. Thank you for sharing. Anyone who is in school could relate to that. <br /><br />Pepper<br /><br />pepperhales.blogger.com Pepper https://www.blogger.com/profile/17052553664287889180noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613604658358161577.post-62428388894169000942013-01-24T17:26:37.412-08:002013-01-24T17:26:37.412-08:00You should know your writing always gives me the c...You should know your writing always gives me the chills. Your words are so raw, so true, so genuine, so relatable. <br /><br />Keep writing! You've got a gift. <br /><br />-N (runfree129.wordpress.comNeeleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03821558218361451079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613604658358161577.post-42307061246013672822013-01-21T07:47:31.032-08:002013-01-21T07:47:31.032-08:00"I'm going to make it through this year i..."I'm going to make it through this year if it kills me." <br /><br />Last night I wrote a paragraph about how I'm addicted to nostalgia, and the funny thing is that when I look back over this past year, all my memories are tinted with you. If I search your name in my email, the first few are awkward, stinted conversations about TFIOS. Do you remember the very first time I found your blog? You were the blogger I looked up to for so long. I was just a baby blogger and you were so smart, so self-assured. And then last January we were emailing, and then gradually you became a soulmate. <br /><br />(I drank a lot of coffee last night right before I went to bed, and my hands are shaky from caffeine, and my mind keeps racing, so if I don't make any sense I'm really sorry.) <br /><br />The trouble with commenting on a post like this is that there's no way I can say everything I want to...and my phone just buzzed with a text from you. "I just...feel so much." How is it that you can say what I'm thinking? There's something about the two of us, about this friendship, about 50 thousand words and so many emails...it all just feels really right. Like even though life is shitty and even though hearts get broken and even though things are hard, everything will be okay. <br /><br />Do you remember the nights when we would text each other that? Just that one phrase, over and over. Everything will be okay. Everything will be okay. Everything will be okay.<br /><br />When I started dating Aaron last year, I had coffee with an older friend/mentor. Sometimes talking to her is intimidating because she pushes for honesty and calls me out on my bullshit. When we had coffee that February, she asked me if Aaron made me a better person. I didn't have an answer for her then, but as you know, the answer was eventually no. And I think that friendship is a lot like dating. You shouldn't keep people in your life out of obligation or anything like that. And out of everything that happened in 2012, if someone were to ask me if you made me a better person, my answer would be yes. Absolutely yes. <br /><br />Love you. Katiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15621035657138624998noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613604658358161577.post-90403245876463475032013-01-20T11:58:24.627-08:002013-01-20T11:58:24.627-08:00This post reminded me of a time when our family we...This post reminded me of a time when our family went back to visit an old house we lived in. we are now in a different city. but that house we lived in for 4 years, the longest we ever lived in a house. driving through that city and seeing the sea line, the rough terrain of mountains, the many worn apartment buildings next to the expensive summer houses, the sunset that always filled the sky with a deep orange, yellow and red as it sunk into the sea, our house in which we had my favorite cat and dog out of the countless pets we have had, and finally that one meadow right by our house which was a place i often went by myself to sit in the wet grass that was over grown, contemplate at the many daisy that smiled at you in the spring, hide in the huge bush that was hollow on the inside, sometimes hiding from invented "bad guys" or sometimes hiding to cry, sitting on the one rock and watching the kids walk home from school, wishing i could be their friend. we spent a week in that city during the summer. The first day when we finally drove into the area where we had lived the familiar scene i looked on seemed to rip off a protective shell that covered my heart and underneath i intensely felt the tender soreness of missing home. It is strange how you feel like the sea splashing over the small wall of the walk way next to it is welcoming you like a dog does when its owner comes home. Even though you know millions of other eyes have rested on the same sea. these flowers, these roads, these tress, these hills, that sun set, this place where no path is unfamiliar and every stone and hill was a place where you lived through joy and sorrow. hardly anything had change since the 5 years we had moved. i hope it never will. but even if it does i can close my eyes and go over every inch of it, oh so familiar. and i will never forget those sunsets, those glorious sunsets that tinted our faces with gold and gave richness and beauty to every object that absorbed its light. thank you for bringing me back to that place and that house. :) i only wish somebody else did not own that old house so i could've again walked through it and remembered more precious memories like the little cupboard in the stairwell up to the attic in which our cat had countless litters, the first of which i was the first to see. Abbyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01239496805908813080noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613604658358161577.post-91006947689226389582013-01-05T07:48:04.228-08:002013-01-05T07:48:04.228-08:00Ha, hell yes Katie fan club.
Oh God I hope it wasn...Ha, hell yes Katie fan club.<br />Oh God I hope it wasn't the first chapter.... it was the first chapter wasn't it?<br />You'll definitely get an autographed copy! Although that seems funny in a way.<br /><br /><br />I didn't think it was a crazy thing to say at all. There are certain people in the universe whose thoughts and personalities feel like home. You are definitely one of those people for me.<br />Thanks, Libby. I look forward to following your adventures in twenty-thirteen.Jillianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03141941816962453394noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613604658358161577.post-15682570519533406612013-01-05T07:45:04.805-08:002013-01-05T07:45:04.805-08:00:) Okay:) OkayJillianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03141941816962453394noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613604658358161577.post-40006978479688870452013-01-05T07:44:54.914-08:002013-01-05T07:44:54.914-08:00Great Gatsby has been one of those books that have...Great Gatsby has been one of those books that have made the year.<br /><br />YES. You need to visit your aunt in Saint Louis and spends hours and hours at City Museum.<br />It's your Jillian-imposed New Years resolution. <br /><br />Thank you... I tried to lay everything out with some sort of flow from one life event to the other.Jillianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03141941816962453394noreply@blogger.com