tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6598563123774933212024-03-21T11:27:28.043-07:00prettybirdthere is an art of thought that seems undiscoveredTiara Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11066187421563354628noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659856312377493321.post-61021773393712920612013-05-31T23:50:00.000-07:002013-06-01T00:11:01.026-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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"when you least expect it; when you give up on love.<br />
It returns in waves and engulfs you in the undertow."<br />
-T. Jackson<br />
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And with this I return.<br />
the summer will dwindle down to the cool of fall and the last four months of school will encompass my life. i will try not to dwell on the past much too much, but i will surely find myself talking to old friends in dark corners and empty spaces. with them i will create a schizophrenic kind of work. perhaps i'll keep up with myself here. in these white spaces. this empty vessel for fragmented. everything. thoughts before thoughts after thoughts sub thoughts with thoughts and so on and so fourth.Tiara Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11066187421563354628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659856312377493321.post-73656507303792820422010-12-05T23:06:00.000-08:002010-12-05T23:06:05.884-08:00Suicide WeekMonday, I have an Anatomy quiz/review for next week's final. Tuesday, I have a 10 minute presentation due about a study I was supposed to do for a month about changing my mannerisms. Wednesday, I have a final exam in Modern Dance History and I have 6 packets to read. Thursday is thursday. And Friday I have 2 quizzes in Music for Dancers.<br />
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Along with all of this, I am crewing a dance show Monday-Saturday from 6:30 to 11.<br />
I might cry everyday.<br />
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-TiaraTiara Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11066187421563354628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659856312377493321.post-33368499800799444832010-12-05T03:02:00.001-08:002010-12-05T03:02:46.791-08:00Hip Hop FestSo fun, but i was a little lonely. I mean I danced with people here and there, but nothing utterly fantastic. I really missed him today, but he knows his priorities. I am proud of him for that. He is a lovely man, but I wished he liked me.<br />
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-TiaraTiara Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11066187421563354628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659856312377493321.post-86745177471521734022010-12-03T08:38:00.000-08:002010-12-03T12:04:29.167-08:00Beautiful Mourning<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDJ899IA5YE25uc0RyMgHf2XSroKh1Ej8FEfbyjEH_9RLFzHE2jNAnyFmK9pPiXUDZbyv6-TLN1esYoJRhKAy1BO-J8rxlMOali7-fZQlD9Vp50aBu18qUcqvYs4TpT6BkavEotrEtRJ7a/s1600/nolineonthehorizon_by_kriselt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDJ899IA5YE25uc0RyMgHf2XSroKh1Ej8FEfbyjEH_9RLFzHE2jNAnyFmK9pPiXUDZbyv6-TLN1esYoJRhKAy1BO-J8rxlMOali7-fZQlD9Vp50aBu18qUcqvYs4TpT6BkavEotrEtRJ7a/s320/nolineonthehorizon_by_kriselt.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; line-height: 15px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; line-height: 15px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"><i>When we arrive at eternity's shore<br />
Where death is just a memory and tears are no more<br />
We'll enter in as the wedding bells ring<br />
Your bride will come together and we'll sing<br />
You're Beautiful</i></span></span></b></span></span><br />
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I have been reading <span id="goog_492019656"></span>Holly's <a href="http://hollycrabtree.blogspot.com/">blog</a> and it is incredibly beautiful. I have definitely had moments where I knew that something was not right, and it was the lack of the Holy Spirit. I used to be so in love with Christ and I loved everything he did for me, and i prayed and prayed. But now that I do not always have those friends around, nothing is the same. But I need to get myself back to praying often. I need to pray in the morning, in the afternoon, at night. I need to thank Him all the time for allowing me to return, and I need to pray that I will stay healthy enough to get through one dance class without getting into a depressed state or sitting out. <span id="goog_492019657"></span><br />
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On another note,<br />
My friend, Cecilia, saw a little sparrow dead on the concrete, so we took our time to help the little fellow whom we named Charlie. We buried him, and gave him a pretty bed, said a few words, and sang him a peaceful song as he flew up to heaven. I felt renewed and refreshed. I felt that Charlie really appreciated us, and I loved every moment of it.<br />
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- TiaraTiara Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11066187421563354628noreply@blogger.com0