November 2009
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You worry about me. Well, I worry about myself. I scare myself sometimes with the decisions I make which is I why I want to talk to you about them. I want you to tell me I’ll be OK even though I’m doing these things—that I’ll stop when I’m older or find the right person or something like that.
I know I should just stop on my own. After all, I know I’m not...
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These dreams are like knives, like punches to the stomach that I have to face every morning. Sometimes a swallow and head-shake will clear them away Sometimes they stay with me all day all week and I can’t get rid of them so I don’t go out for sushi or to the bookstore or even really want to leave my house my room my bed not even for necessities.
I’m sorry. I am. I want you to...
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The Passenger, Iggy Pop
How many ads and...
“Today I let the mask slip just a little and all the villains come flooding in.”
– I Wrote This For You
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I miss liking you. I miss thinking you are wonderful and swooning over every tweet, every poem, every drawing. Now it’s almost a chore to check on you and that’s a shame. You made me blush so incredibly and I was so, so happy around you.
There was something else but I can’t remember what.
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crushed:
S,
You said you didn’t want to hurt me, I think that’s worse.
— W
if you could only see the beast you've made of me.
(via tsunamis)
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Steep vs Brew
dearoldlove:
You were music and coffee. I was books and tea.
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@tsunamis/Jenna
1. why the “nope”/”no”? (I run poetry365, btw.) (you can email me the reason if you want.)
2. CHASING FAT BIRDS IS THE BEST EVER. I was once sitting in Union Sq Park and feeding the pigeons/sparrow thinggies and trying to catch them and then when a pigeon actually hit my hand with its wings I FREAKED THE FUCK OUT
“Someone somewhere asked me, “Is there anything in particular I can help...”
– Myriad Harbor, The New Pornographers
“I wondered at what she would be leaving behind as we talked, would it just be...”
– Zach VandeZande
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I could have fallen asleep with you, with us like that together.
So, so dangerous.
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Talking about this isn’t making me want it less or even helping to figure out why I want it at all. It might even want it more now, now that I’ve explained it so thoroughly and out loud. And god it’s scary and I hate talking about it and I know it’s really all wrong but shit. Maybe it would be easier to just let this happen. Maybe it would be easier to give everything up.
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The way you held me was wonderful. And you were fascinated with way I could stretch my legs and bend my back and things were easy. Your name is entirely new but neither place was—from his neighborhood to his. I acted ways I haven’t before and it felt OK. And it felt like nothing. And now I just have to wonder if you will call and if you do, will it mean anything then?
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Really? Well shit, there goes any and all determination I had for being good. And with such good timing.
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Nearly every promise you make is an empty one.
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The Pre-Written Poem Given as a Response to My...
What is a time of sea
to you there other days & ones
of who we became & the shapes of your
hands in this finding no more &
different people coming & going contours
there of a child & some generosity in
the cut fruit on the table a theory
you said of a circle & circumambulating
back stretching to the sound
of a cry two birds by the
young...
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Your hands, your heart. And all the insurmountable distances between.
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“Maybe spend your days in another bright loft with your cats and your fruit, your...”
– nightmare brunette: Maybe Live In Paris
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Hey. I kinda like you.
indieandyy:
The General by Dispatch
There was...
“And maybe I’ll get on a plane or a ship and get lost in places I’ve...”
– I Wrote This For You
worldonfire:
beneaththespiinlight:
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I read a piece about you today. It seemed well-received. So thank you for that, I guess. I still wonder how you are, though, if you ever think of me, what will happen the next time I see you.
And you. Your unexplained recent absence from everything. My lack of contact as well, too. And how you will respond to that. Or if you will at all. Maybe it will be better for this to go unfinished. Or...
Lee's healthy tip #1:
lee:
Drink some orange juice.
This is what I tell people when they bitch about being sick. Or to just eat more oranges/citrus. My senior year of high school my fiction teacher brought in grapefruit and oranges all the time since he had trees in his back yard (benefit to Florida: you always know someone who has citrus trees) and we would eat them during class every day. I didn’t actually...
