January 2011
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“Have you ever been in love? Horrible, isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses. You build up this whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life. You give...
Jan 24th
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“Among other things, you’ll find that you’re not the first person who was ever...”
– J.D. Salinger (via loveyourchaos)
Jan 24th
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Object Writing 22.01.11 - "Cryogenics"
The ad on the back of the magazine was selling body parts. The couple in the photograph looked sublime, Greek gods with perfect limbs and soulful eyes, and I almost cried from envy. I sent in the order form and in 2-3 weeks, my new heart came in the mail, cryogenically frozen. I tore open the packet with my teeth, half-expecting a packet of instructions to fall out or for a cloud of dust to...
Jan 21st
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Jan 15th
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Jan 14th
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My soulmate is (probably) out there somewhere, but...
Jan 13th
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Jan 12th
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Jan 12th
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Jan 12th
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Jan 12th
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Jan 12th
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“If I place love above everything, it is because for me it is the most desperate,...”
–  André Breton
Jan 12th
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“Anyone who has the power to make you believe absurdities has the power to make...”
– Voltaire (via 20julyplot)
Jan 12th
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“Stretched out on the grass, a boy and a girl. Savoring their oranges, giving...”
– ‘A Boy and a Girl’ by Octavio Paz (via yummyculture)
Jan 12th
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Jan 12th
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“I tried to nap, but now my head was alive, was a toddler in a room full of new...”
– Dave Eggers (via loveyourchaos)
Jan 12th
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Alone With Everybody
the flesh covers the bone  and they put a mind  in there and  sometimes a soul,  and the women break  vases against the walls  and the men drink too  much  and nobody finds the  one  but keep  looking  crawling in and out  of beds.  flesh covers  the bone and the  flesh searches  for more than  flesh.  there’s no chance  at all:  we are all trapped  by a singular  fate.  nobody ever finds ...
Jan 10th
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“When you think of me is my face electronically blurred?”
–  Letter To The Woman Who Stopped Writing Me Back by Jeffrey McDaniel
Jan 10th
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The Distant Moon
A quiet hospital is infinite, The polished, ice-white floors, the darkened halls That lead to almost anywhere, to death Or ghostly, lighted Coke machines. I call To him one night, at home, asleep. His breath, I dreamed, had filled my lungs--his lips, my lips Had touched. I felt as though I'd touched a shrine. Not disrespectfully, but in some lapse Of concentration. In a mirror shines The...
Jan 10th
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Brevity
there was this girl i once loved. like a solid clash between air and ion. then rain fell, and it was clear to me that that was it. and i will never love that girl again. or maybe always. i cannot discern the variance between a lifetime and a second. today i spent my time with the girl i love. eating her mother’s cooking and dancing on her sala. a thousand tomorrows completes every...
Jan 10th
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Jan 10th
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sometimes, just sometimes in the middle of the night my soul aches from realizing all the lives I have lost.
Jan 10th
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untitled vii
slapdash-lines: and this is how archipelagos are formed—the angry wakening of volcanoes, rapid movement, cooling water and mass; look, we have drifted apart, hardened by the sun, we set our bedrocks where we please, and too late, we notice that we have nothing left between us, but water—far and stretching, yawning and rippling. when we look at each other’s eyes, remember that once,...
Jan 10th
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Jan 10th
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Fine is real.
Julia: I've got bad news for you, Andy, you're gonna be fine.
Andy: Fine is not great.
Julia: You've had enough of "Great." It isn't all it's cracked up to be. Fine is real.
Jan 9th
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Jan 9th
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Jan 9th
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“I will remember your small room the feel of you the light in the window your...”
– Charles Bukowski, Raw With Love (via thecynicsyndrome)
Jan 9th
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The Day The Saucers Came
That Day, the saucers landed. Hundreds of them, golden, Silent, coming down from the sky like great snowflakes, And the people of Earth stood and stared as they descended, Waiting, dry-mouthed, to find out what waited inside for us And none of us knowing if we would be here tomorrow But you didn’t notice because That day, the day the saucers came, by some some coincidence, Was the day that the...
Jan 4th
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Spaces
1. In this room I was born. And I knew I was in the wrong place: the world. I knew pain was to come. I knew it by the persistence of the blade that cut me out. I knew it as every baby born to the world knows it: I came here to die. 2. Somewhere a beautiful woman in a story I do not understand is crying. If I strain hard enough I will hear a song in the background. She is holding a letter. She is...
Jan 4th
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The End
You must have felt it working in your bones. It’s begun: The papers print the same stories over and over, and have you checked the obituaries? Already, nobody remembers how their first kiss went. The phone keeps ringing and ringing when nobody’s home. Between our skins is a necessary friction that separates us forever. Look: space. Somewhere, a lost key. It’s begun: What was once the wind or an...
Jan 4th
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“12. The earth accommodates 6,398,649,394 human beings on 148,380,000 square...”
–  Autobiography by Arkaye Kierulf
Jan 4th
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Jan 2nd
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Jan 2nd
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