January 2012
40 posts
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that's the danger in writing, you know. →
you don’t forget.
Slut” is how we vilify a woman for exercising her right to say “yes”....
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predictedemise.
in the end, after all is said and done, too much will have been said
and not nearly enough done.
the downpour had finally turned to flurries; a collective wish came true too...
– written:dec27. completely forgotten about and rediscovered today.
before we go a step further, you should know that i demand great. good will...
– this is not a threat. it is a disclaimer.
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written:jan22,2010 →
apparently this sort of thing happens every year.
there should be a chickenpox rule on falling out of love. given the severity of it’s terribleness, everyone should only be forced to suffer it once if at all.
onefortysixam
what am i doing.
how can you love someone if you don’t find the same small pieces of life...
intricacies.
i’m starting to think the only thing you’ll ever understand about me is how to dripdrop the tiniest moments until they’re perfectly interspersed to get my hopes up that one day
you’ll understand the rest of me.
Pour yourself a drink, put on some lipstick, and pull yourself together.
– Elizabeth Taylor
john steinbeck, writing to his son at boarding...
New York November 10, 1958
Dear Thom:
We had your letter this morning. I will answer it from my point of view and of course Elaine will from hers.
First — if you are in love — that’s a good thing — that’s about the best thing that can happen to anyone. Don’t let anyone make it small or light to you.
Second — There are several kinds of love. One is a selfish, mean, grasping, egotistical thing...
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you say you love the rain, but open your umbrella when it pours. you say you love the sun, but find a shadow spot when it shines. you say you love the breeze, but close your windows when the wind blows.
this is why i am afraid; you say you love me, too.
You need someone in your life who excites you, makes you nervous, and forces you to question what you think you already know. We spend so much of our time feeling jaded and set in our ideas, and that’s clearly not a fun way to exist. We pretend it is but deep down it feels a little miserable because we don’t want to know all the answers. We want someone who’s challenging, who we can’t figure out,...
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good minus god. →
i’m afraid you waited too long
for a moment i’d waited so long for.
– i know myself better than this.
Unless it’s mad, extraordinary, passionate love, it’s a waste of...
– Dreams for an Insomniac
return?
don’t you know i’ve been without you now don’t
nearly six months to the day
i again find myself heartbroken
at an airport.
it’s a week off,
sure,
but it’s a second shattered facade.
something i loved
is unrecognizable,
and that is that.
more than anything,
this year i have learned the power of silence.
perhaps a resolution for the new year, then,
is less about bringing in something fresh
and more about reevaluating...
December 2011
48 posts
i have a sneaking suspicion that, in your wonderfulness, you’ve ruined me...
– no one hits the jackpot twice.
Live a good life. If there are gods and they are just, then they will not care...
– Marcus Aurelius
the best time to tell someone you love them? before someone else does.
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on moving home in May.
with parents screaming at each other for the past hour and a half, again, with “i’ll go!” being tossed into arguments (fireballs that have cooled from empty use over the years)
i’m not sure there’ll be a home to move back to.
christmas
and i have never cried so hard in my entire adult life. ever. out on the back stoop in 30 degree weather shortsandashirtandsobbing because my brother is screamingandstompingandjustashell filled with this insatiable anger that comes from a deep place too far to reach.
where has my only brother gone to? he is no one that i know he is no one and in this moment i realize he hasn’t been for...