ashley rebecca schulte:
columbus
sugar, spice, and everything nice
empathetic, empathetic, empathetic
witnessed a miracle on feb 1, 2008
close relationship with God
in love with my family
very blessed
overactive imagination and always eager

interests:

God (faith, joy as a state of being, each day being a gift, passion in daily life)
family and friends (including my puppy millie)
human interactions (growing with others, deeper meanings, never ending talks, extremities of emotion, romance, children, love and how it works, individual discrepancies)
art and literature (caravaggio, french gothic architecture, home design, rococo/late baroque style, brave new world)
stories (childhood photos, hearing and sharing memories, sharing in the experiences of other)
being a woman (class, femininity, strength)
the little things (the contrast of the seasons, holiday air, quotes, organization, apple juice, candles)
traveling (heritage, cultural differences, beauty in nature)
and much more :]

links:
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questions/comments/concerns

disclaimer: anything i post that is opinionated is not meant to be controversial, rather to inspire or to produce a connection. if a post includes material you do not agree with, feel free to start a civilized conversation about it with me; negative inboxes/comments will be disregarded. if you cannot state your opinion in a mature manner, then i can not and will not take the efforts needed to respond to you.

 

Every morning the maple leaves.
Every morning another chapter where the hero shifts
from one foot to the other. Every morning the same big
and little words all spelling out desire, all spelling out
You will be alone always and then you will die.
So maybe I wanted to give you something more than a catalog
of non-definitive acts,
something other than the desperation.
Dear So-and-So, I’m sorry I couldn’t come to your party.
Dear So-and-So, I’m sorry I came to your party
and seduced you
and left you bruised and ruined, you poor sad thing.
You want a better story. Who wouldn’t?

Richard Silken, “Litany in Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out”

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