August 2011
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Write down your 3 A.M. musings, they’ll be the life of your 10 A.M. stories.
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“unaccountably we are alone
forever alone
and it was meant to be
that way,
it...”
– Charles Bukowski, Mind and Heart
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The past refuses to soften. The past grows fangs and digs into me. It pierces me and paralyzes me from making any movement forward. It traps me from recognizing this moment and I try to mindfully awaken, but I keep collapsing under the sharpness of the past and remembering causes this under the surface ache, this headache that aspirin can’t cure. It’s all too much to not curl up on the...
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“It’s not anywhere else that I need. It’s not homesickness and it’s not...”
– been thinking
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Someday you will love me and someday I will love me and someday we will not need to hold so still or run so fast because we will have learned to bend our knees slightly and absorb the impact and I will love you and it will be enough.
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“I want to tear myself from this place, from this reality, rise up like a cloud...”
– Khaled Hosseini
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less work, you said
I’m just going to tell you what I feel because I’m not sure that anything else is real. Disappointment is the illest of feelings and lack of expectation is a lousy cure. I tried to make it out of there unscathed, but life, when lived, is a series of scathings. Did I skip out on life again? It’s strange how I keep saying I can’t be responsible for your happiness and yet, I would love it if you...
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“I have to believe that these wonderful moments only exist to help you see that...”
– my father
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Give me a glass of wine and I’ll tell you how important this all is.
Give me a glass of wine and I’ll tell you how it is too important to not do.
Give me a glass of wine and I’ll promise everything will be different from here.
Give me a glass of wine and there will be no going back.
Give me a glass of wine and I’ll hold your hand tightly
and grin absurdly
and my...
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“Each day without solitude weakened me. I took no pride in my solitude; but I was...”
– Charles Bukowski
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Revokable damage?
Do you understand how badly I want everything?
Do you understand that it is only possible to want in this way when you’re incapable of moving your feet?
Do you understand how I cry on the subway about things that have yet to happen?
