January 2010
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forfeit
Me: I have to go to bed.
Him: But you're in a bed.
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“But for her, darkness did not mean infinity; for her it meant a disagreement...”
– Milan Kundera
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There are masks involved here. Not glittery, all too fashionable ones that “it” girls buy at Urban Outfitters and wear to masquerade themed parties. Not thick, rubber ones made in the mold of iconic figures and favored by young men despite the steamy smell of synthetic materials that they encase the wearer’s head in. Not those of the basic eyeglass variety; with eyes like slinkys...
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Food Chain-Eric Hutchinson
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I don’t need a prince, just a Mercutio.
“In the aftermath of disaster, we are reminded that life can be unimaginably...”
– Obama on Haiti (via meaghano)
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surface searching
I love your soul. No one will ever run out of things to find in you. I don’t have that density. I’m conflicted, confusing, possibly juxtaposed, certainly non-committal, but, while that’s intriguing, it’s hard to grasp onto. It doesn’t offer substance for gluttony. I didn’t get my shoes in Prague. I bought them for prom.
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I pulled in and there you were.
I pulled in and you were with her.
I pulled in and laughed.
It was a devastated laugh, a short one, one that could have been a sigh. It faded into a scream. A scream that said, “Universe you know better than I,” and I got out of the car.
I wasn’t there for you. I was there for safety.
Safety and a loaned article of clothing.
“Who does not understand your silence will probably not understand your words.”
– Elbert Hubbard (via weloveandthenwedie)
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“What was screaming in fact was the naive idealism of her love trying to banish...”
– Milan Kundera
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Are we hysterical?
I don’t imagine anything less than hysteria being love.
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Which battles are worth fighting again?
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Revolutions.
It’s called a crush.
Why so nice?
Everything I wore last night smells of boy.
When do we take our clothes off?
Why so distant?
I don’t know her that well.
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