January 2011
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December 2010
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A Recollection of the Last Six Months of 2010
The year continued to pass fast without punctuation like this
July jumps at me filled with good things again summer is hot but welcome my pocket was buzzing always with new messages from January’s blonde recently ginger Gabriella telling me about Geneva Jacuzzi inverted dimensions on trees Pantheistic philosophy subpar parties passing up David’s weed to discuss her diner work dreamy face during...
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A Recollection of the First Six Months of 2010
The year passed fast without punctuation like this
January juxtapose cold outside warm inside and pictures with my younger brother and sister feet inlayed on the grass in the lonely neighborhood park inspired by a blonde stranger’s photos in the snow on the burning computer screen now I wanted to explore the world so that it would be less strange to me and maybe I would find her or someone very...
“I know romance isn’t everything, but I’m obsessing just the same.”
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“Magnet’s Coil” - Sebadoh
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lovevoluti0n asked: I miss talking to you...a lot.
ianborthwick asked: Beauty is everywhere.
“If you’re looking for sympathy you’ll find it between shit and syphilis in the...”
– David Sedaris (via foralskelse)
hotelbalconies-deactivated20110 asked: You are a fantastic, brilliant writer.
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Less human, more being
“What if?” That question eats at me always, like roaches on opened bags of bread. I can’t let it anymore.
I am not wise. I live in moments and take chances as my heart sees fit. A friend of mine told me that this was foolish of me to do, that life should be lived according to decisions that are “wisest.” Why? Why should we live life according the doctrines of what is wise? Yes,...
perfecting the art of being miserable since 1990.
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I had a moment of clarity, saw the feeling in the...
The year is finishing, crystalizing into another woeful January, cold and startling. I am just beginning. I realized tonight that I fell in love twice this year, thankfully. Once with a girl named ella, the first love for me since my mom tried to explain Love to me in a fluorescent kitchen when I was five, and again with a dead man named Allen. They both have encouraged a growth within me that...
“Death can make us gentle; pain will kill
The animal, subdue the aggressive...”
– “To Kerouac in the Hospital” December 1945 (via fuckyeahallenginsberg)
A Renewal
Having used every subterfuge To shake you, lies, fatigue, or even that of passion, Now I see no way but a clean break. I add that I am willing to bear the guilt.
You nod assent. Autumn turns windy, huge, A clear vase of dry leaves vibrating on and on. We sit, watching. When I next speak Love buries itself in me, up to the hilt.
- James Merrill
“I work with what I know. But it goes beyond that. I start with myself and end up...”
– Tracey Emin (via mezzzanine)
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eyeshotandywarhol:
Chop and pile, the pen and the pad. Legal or even palm sized the page.. Whatever the rule, it’s the need for words to gauge. Instant ink cages. Dying fibers of it’s permanent hue. May not, but yes it’s all of a you. So up, up to you, simmered or stewed. And I love, I say, yes I love you I do. That I believe is clear and it’s true. Heavenly Hargrove of your laudenous cue....
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mirhappy:
can we stop worrying about bravery now? can we bury our shame in the snow and wait til spring so at least when we remember how bad it hurts to be alive and alone and absolutely afraid of anything remotely close to improving ourselves, at least there will be blossoms. thats all we wanted, anyway, so suck it up for the rest of the winter, can we stop ...
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Excerpt from the Green Automobile
We’d pilgrimage to the highest mount
of our earlier Rocky Mountain visions
laughing in each others arms,
delight surpassing the highest Rockies.
and after old agony, drunk with new years,
bounding towards the snowy horizon
blasting the dashboard with original bop
hot rod on the mountain
we’d batter up the cloudy highway
where angels of anxiety
careen through the trees
and scream out...
If I could’ve met you at school, or met you at work, it would have changed everything. Those years of losing, confusion and insecurity, they would have been shared, they would have been easier.
“It’s not where you are. It’s what you’re doing and how excited you are about it....”
– Victoria Legrand (via danielaarchbold, cloudbursts)
Anonymous asked: I want to let you know that everything will be okay.
Anonymous asked: I read your post and am sorry to know that such a wonderful human being such as yourself is going through such awful heartbreak. We all go through it at some point. I know it sucks but be comforted by that fact. I am not familiar with the nuances of your relationship but I can say with all sincerity that this girl, whoever she is, has no idea what she's missing in you. I've never even...
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I am not myself, I am myself
I just typed like a madman to a woman I am fiercely attempting to keep in my life, or not let go of, depending on how you look at it. Why? Like any good hopeless romantic, it’s because I love her. And here I am telling it to a bunch of strangers on a microblogging platform like a good, dramatic hopeless romantic. Is that what love does to people? Does it make them dramatic? Does it make them...
brandoooom:
Twin Sister // Lady Daydream //...
Who do you love?
The lover you can’t forget, or the lover you haven’t met?
“Great writers are indecent people
they live unfairly
saving the best part for...”
– Charles Bukowski (via visceralstills)
