August 2009
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Come lie next to me
so that just the hair on our skin is touching,
so that our fingertips can play,
and love me please.
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“It is after all so easy to shatter a story. To break a chain of thought. To ruin...”
– Arundhati Roy
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Missing pages.
Bits of information
given on bits of paper
to people who have played bit parts.
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I don’t worry about these goodbyes. These goodbyes are simple. They end with a hug, as all good meetings should, and they will be followed up with a phone call in the next couple of days. These goodbyes have no sense of either of us going anywhere and if you do start off somewhere, I’ll follow you. I expect you to take me with you.
It’s the goodbyes that feel like ripping that I...
“(You have ghosts?)
(Of course I have ghosts.)
(What are your ghosts like?)...”
– Jonathan Safran Foer (via expose)
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Sometimes fate is the easiest thing to believe in. It’s nice to not carry all of the responsibility and still get to make all of the rules. You set your phone to vibrate each night and place it just close enough that you might feel it, might hear it, and then you let go because sleep is a mystery. Something that still feels utterly uncontrollable. So if you wake up to the phone call that...
are2:
Bermuda Highway—My Morning Jacket
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“Lying in bed would be an altogether perfect and supreme experience if only one...”
– Gilbert K. Chesterton
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“In order for a relationship to work, one of you has to be imaginary.”
– Amy Sedaris
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Leftovers.
I don’t know where the space was supposed to be when even the curve of my waist was filled by the roundness of your arm. You said you still felt like you had to hold on to me and then you asked me where I was going. I don’t know what you saw in my eyes amidst my calm face, but I had been spending my time holding back the tears. The tears that have almost nothing to do with you, the...
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Grey Weather-Gregory & The Hawk
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“She was beautiful in the quiet way that lonely, unnoticed people are beautiful...”
– Jedediah Berry
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I don’t trust text messages that come in after 12:30 a.m.
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“Life is hard. After all, it kills you.”
– Katharine Hepburn
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“Tell me about your girl.”
“It’s just an image really and it’s in the past tense. She just sat at the kitchen counter with that empty bowl in front of her.”
“But what about that bowl? Was it empty as if it had once been full or empty as if it had not yet met its contents? Was a thin residue forming? Did crumbs litter its bottom? Was it still warm from...
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I couldn’t stop saying your name as I spoke. It was as though with each sentence I was calling you closer to me. There is such desire, no, urgency, no, want, maybe. There is something about saying your name mid conversation that adds to the significance of what is being said. There are implications; “I’m saying this for you,” or “I need you to know this.”...
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nothing is beautiful and true
me: you may now want to prepare yourself for some intense word vomit...
you: ...you said word vomit and I was imagining a little upchuck... not a night in the bathroom. You scare me.
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fright-ened
[frahyt-nd]
-adjective
that deep, sickening feeling of something terrible about to happen.
palpable, stomache-sinking terror.
too strong an adjective to describe apprehension.
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“My insides don’t match up with my outsides.”
“Do anyone’s insides and outsides...”
– Jonathan Safran Foer
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“Sometimes life is merely a matter of coffee and whatever intimacy a cup of...”
– Richard Brautigan
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“You risked your life, but what else have you ever risked? Have you ever risked...”
– Tom Robbins
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We sat in the candle lit courtyard and somehow as the night grew darker our table only became further illuminated. I drank my wine while you drank your beer and I had so much to say. There have been days when I’ve forgotten what my voice sounded like, where opening my mouth seemed incredibly harsh against the German murmur. We spoke of moments, of what is worth hating and what you...
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“The girl is infectious human waste, and she’s confused and afraid to commit to...”
– Chuck Palahniuk (via poetrytothestars) (via grayskymorning) (via saramaile)
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“I must go in, the fog is rising.”
– Emily Dickinson’s last words
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Dig-Steel Train
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Here’s to the summer of unhealthy relationships.
With sustenance and people and passion.
And suddenly this jar and this spoon and this song on repeat and the sunshine out my window are very familiar. I wish you’d say more than what you want me to hear. I don’t need it again. I got it the first couple of times. I’m sure a lot can be developed between the start and the...
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“Keepers of private notebooks are a different bread altogether, lonely and...”
– Joan Didion
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“You’ll covet her whole face, but when you see it all, that regretful pang...”
– Durga Chew-Bose
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Museums may always be ours. I imagine that at some point in my life you are supposed to be replaced, but I’m not going looking for someone who can lead me through a museum as well as you can. I miss you despite your intrusiveness. I hope you’re always excited about showing me the next collection on our list. You’ve always smelled a little bit like paint to me. Paint and barbasol.
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“And I say: That little ole lonely elevator girl looking up sighing in an...”
– Jack Kerouac
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“We are well advised to keep on nodding terms with the people we used to be,...”
– Joan Didion
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drowning
It means I love you.
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“Art is the burning bush that both shelters and makes visible our profounder...”
– Jeannette Winterson
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sunshine is good for your teeth
you: rainy day blues
me: but it's lovely steamy tropical rain
you: ha yes
you: steamy rain not so mundane when tricklin drops hit window pains.
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nos-tal-gia
[no-stal-juh, -jee-uh, nuh-]
-noun
delicate, but potent.
from the Greek nostos, a return home, literally the pain from an old wound, a twinge in your heart far more powerful than memory alone.
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“Neue Ideen brauchen alte Gebäude”
– Jane Jacobs
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Only her eye lids shifted. She lay in bed, precisely positioned among the quilts and pillows and batik fabric that had come to function as a sheet. She had fallen asleep listening to the score of the city at night. The sound of a woman’s heels on the concrete sidewalk, of a cars jolting music as it drove by just too quickly, of chattering friends moving towards home and away from a bar. She...
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