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...I got to see this one live in Vancouver in February. I couldn't wait for it to go online so I could send it to everybody I knew. 


I'm buried in the studio with Edward and things are really taking shape beautifully. this is going to be one DARK motherfuckin record. 


reminder to London: June 3rd, koko. 

then I'm hunkering for quite awhile. 


xx a 

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Lidia Yuknavitch: The beauty of being a misfit

To those who feel like they don't belong: there is beauty in being a misfit. Author Lidia Yuknavitch shares her own wayward journey in an intimate recollection of patchwork stories about loss, shame and the slow process of self-acceptance. "Even at the moment of your failure, you are beautiful," she says.

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Anonymous

Beautiful. Waving from the Island of Misfit Toys. &lt;3

Jenneryy

That was powerful!

Katt

Thank you for knowing what I need to hear. xxx (Both the phenomenal speaker and a DARK motherfuckin record!)

Anonymous

This was so wonderful. &lt;3 More TED Talk recommendations, please!

Anonymous

Wow. Just...wow....

Anonymous

I waited and waited to listen to this. Couldn't find the time and couldn't take the time and now, just when i really needed it - I found the time. Thank you for this.

Anonymous

Thank you for sharing! Beautiful.

Jennifer Bak

That was amazing. Thank you for sharing!

Anonymous

lovely &lt;3

Anonymous

I really loved this one... "you have the ability to re-invent yourself endlessly..."... I too failed out of college, lived on the streets, went through a drug addiction and an addiction to alcoholic men, I have tried and travelled and failed... I have a job now that lets me be creative on the side, and I climbed a pretty big (literal) mountain last weekend, but I still feel like a failure a lot of the time... but I have to remember that the journey isn't over yet.

Anonymous

in tears

Anonymous

The whole time I was watching this I could feel the small, sad stone in my own throat. I liken the feeling to being disabled, not being able to move my limbs to act. Not worthy to tell my story, or as she said, even to be in the same room. Thanks for sharing.