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Cadenza

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About Cadenza

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    http://itsgumperstuff.tumblr.com

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  • Gender
    Woman
  • Location
    Tallahassee, FL.
  • Interests
    Theatre, penguins, fashion history, Ms. Pacman, piano, Sims, poetry, urban cities, board games, coffee shops, mental health activism, French culture, Photoshop CS6, spoken word, feminism, social liberalism, writing, sewing, reading, parks, doing things that do not require pants.
  1. Today, I'm grateful for the beautiful weather, board games, and an awesome dad.
  2. Right now, I am sitting in my usual chair at Starbucks, listening to some slam poetry and eating an egg and swiss sandwich.
  3. I just started I Wrote This For You. I took the picture below from an earlier page because it really stuck with me:
  4. I find that stuff very comforting. It's probably because it is my current obsession, but this is the first thing I thought of from "Angels in America":
  5. Last week, I was told by my psychiatrist to identify where I store my anger and to in the next session (tomorrow), tell him ways I can effectively manage it. This seems like such a simple task, but I am struggling. The task seemed so out of the blue because I've never considered myself an angry person at all. I figured that I chronically suppress such feelings. Where does that bleed into, though? Impulsivity, probably. I write, which I suppose is a solution; however, writing doesn't really do much in the part of actually solving a problem. I let my anger ruminate. I don't know what to do. I've looked stuff up online, but I can't find much, if anything. How do you deal with your anger? I am more interested to know from people who have issues with suppressing it. Any and all input is welcome, though. ** I was not sure where to put this topic or if there is a large number of topics on this issue. I apologize in advance if I made an oops. **
  6. Cleaning is a thing and I should go forth and conquer that, but I would rather go forth and conquer some Pull & Peel Twizzlers.

  7. Thank you for this. I love every word you just said and this response means a lot.
  8. It was March 8, 2011. I was sixteen years old. I was with my first boyfriend and later, my first love. We had skipped school for the first time. We sat at a table near the bathroom that is no longer there of the Starbucks near my house. We talked. We laughed. I heard a song. What is this, I asked him. He didn't know. We found out. I wrote it down. We talked. We laughed. We walked back to my house. I had only ever kissed one person before that boyfriend. That person was no longer living. This new boy kissed me on my old couch, parallel to the grandfather clock in my living room. We were home alone. It was the second time he had ever done that. He was a senior. He was eighteen. He was to graduate high school in two months. We lived through music. He would end up majoring in violin performance at Florida State University. He would end up playing in massive concert halls in big cities. Carnegie Hall. This was March 8, 2011, though, and he was just with his new girlfriend. It was supposed to be a fling before life began. I made a playlist on YouTube while he sat with me that I still have not deleted in 2014. That playlist was the soundtrack of the moment I knew I was just a girl with a boy, a girl with a boy that she loved. I don't know what to call this, he said. He knew. We both knew. He kissed me. I kissed him. We laid back on the couch and kissed as the playlist looped. The history books forgot about us. The Bible didn't mention us. That was March 8, 2011. That was the first day of my life. That was the happiest day of my life. Thank you for reading. I want to read what you have to say, though. I want to read your memories with your first love. Tell me about that. Tell me anything about that first person. I am feeling melancholy tonight and need to read about these things.
  9. I have been on Buspar for around three years and it has never done anything for me whatsoever. I should probably tell my doctor that...
  10. I'm not exactly big on comparing problems, as if there is a ranking system, but wow, that was very selfish of your sister. Shame on her.
  11. Some stranger on tumblr said that I am "indefinitely beautiful."
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