February 2012
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He loves me, and knowing that hurts. Sometimes I can’t even look at him because what is all love and worship in his eyes is crushing guilt on my shoulders.
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On nights like this, I just want to escape. I can’t shake the ghosts of Los Angeles from my mind and London offers me neither remedy nor relief.
I crave the harshness of the California desert. The Palms Springs sun, paralyzing me with its ruthless stare, yet making me itch as I offer myself to it. I want it too hot to think, too dry to speak out loud. I want heavy heat around me, pressing...
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"We're not friends, we're strangers with...
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Can’t let you know What’s been...
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January 2012
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A beach, remembered.
And sometimes I just wish I was
sitting shore-side,
a barely twenty something
bronzed surfer’s sweetest heart,
breeze bouncing salty sun-bleached locks,
bare legs balancing
sandy moleskine pages,
as I compose my palm-tree poetry.
I’m so fucking sick of feeling like this.
July 2011
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June 2011
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Holy shit, I just realized the paperback copy of Written on the Body that I bought at a second hand book store last week is signed. YAY!
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I realize instantly breaking into tears and sobbing “I’m sorry, I can’t” into the general direction of my laptop most likely doesn’t count as a proper reply to your email.
But what the fuck am I supposed to do. A year and counting and it has changed nothing. It still feels like my heart is punching holes into my rib cage whenever I’m forced to think about us.
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September 2010
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tilt
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“It’s the thing she does with her neck. The fucking thing, you know? She does this…this neck tilt thing and she winks at me when she does it. Winks at me! Can you believe it? I mean, who winks anymore, right? Anyway, that’s why I can’t let her go. The whole thing with the neck and the fact that I’m crazy about her. That’s why. She’s a terrible person, really. Just awful. Just, just, just,...
July 2010
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So, yeah, I vanished.
Reasons are as follows: Work trip without internet access, work, work, work, death in the family, more work instead of taking time to mourn, and then even more work. I’m probably gonna set up my queue, but I won’t be around for a couple more days. I don’t really want to have time to think about anything right now.
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“Can we make a list
of all the things that we want
to do together?”
– Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
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“[Inception] was a very well written, comprehensive script, but you really had to...”
– Leonardo DiCaprio who Didn’t Understand Inception’s Screenplay | Vulture (via popculturebrain)
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“A writer is a person for whom writing is more difficult than it is for other...”
– Thomas Mann (via knowledgelost)
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deafmetal asked: oh yeah, did you figure out which freeway that was in the laforet photo? it's annoying me that i can't determine which one it is for sure. also, seeing my building in that photo again just got me depressed now since it reminded me that i need to wake up in 3 hours and get ready for work. ("-_-)
deafmetal asked: hmm.. you're right about the remake of "let the right one in." i'm not much of a fan of any hollywood remake for classic or foreign cinema (although i think "the departed" was the only interpretation that was worthy in its own right, but i can't think of any other examples really). too be frank, i was 'meh' about "let the right one in" anyway...
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June 2010
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carve
He was a wood carver from Oregon and he wore thick, scratchy flannel shirts and light jeans, frayed at the bottom and a little too saggy at the top. He was an artist, with scruff on his cheeks, smoking in his sleep, leaving cigarette butts on the mattress. He was an old young boy with a happy trail and tattoos on his left biceps. He was a tiny soul in a beautiful body and he liked to pretend he...
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“You were better to the ones that were worse for you. And worse to the one that...”
– I wrote this for you
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“Remember? Remember the ocean? Our dawn ocean, that we loved? We loved it because...”
– David Foster Wallace, Little Expressionless Animals
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“Architecture, of all the arts, is the one which acts the most slowly, but the...”
– Ernest Dimnet
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“People aren’t coloring books. You can’t make them just how you want them.”
– - Khaled Hosseini, The Kite Runner (via whatisbeautywhatislove, ladyinterior)
Read the book a few years back but I can’t remember this quote…
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“A writer is a person who cares what words mean, what they say, how they say it....”
– Ursula K. Le Guin (via teachingliteracy) (via booklover)
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“Fantasy love is much better than reality love. Never doing it is very exciting....”
– Andy Warhol (via fuckyeahandywarhol, quote-book) (via fuckingstarsandplanetsandshit) (via funkpunkandroll) (via dreamingversusinspiring)
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“I wonder what you look like under your t-shirt. I wonder what you sound like...”
– Work Your Way Out, Ani Difranco (via skyisland)
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“You are the distance between the way things are and the way I want them to be.”
– I wrote this for you