July 16, 2010

  • "it's called a cigar pen."

    my dad bought me a handmade zebra wood pen for my birthday, 
    and gave it to me a month early.
    he told my mom it reminded him of the writer in me.

    it makes me wish so hard that i had the inspiration to use it.
    maybe it will spark something in me that hasn't been there in a long time.

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  • "From every human being there rises a light that reaches straight to heaven. And when two souls that are destined to be together find each other, their streams of light flow together, and a single brighter light goes forth from their united being."

  • IT IS SO NEAT!! I love it. I also love our profile picture and your background. So you :)

  • @carlapple - 

    thanks, Carla. :D that picture isn't the exact one that he bought me, but it looks very, very similar. :] i felt pretty honored to receive it. <3

  • Wow. Love it. That's my kind of birthday gift.
    Just pick it up and start writing. Write about how terribly uninspired you are. Inspiration is beautiful, but rare (at least in my experience).
    ...now if only I could take my own advice.

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