July 2009
Mixed Drinks
dearoldlove:
I loved you when you were sober. You loved me when you were drunk. I wish we could’ve found some common ground.
“Come to the edge, he said. They said: We are afraid. Come to the edge, he said....”
– Guillaume Apollinaire (via iheartmyart)
Things I Don't Understand And Definitely Am Not...
thingsidontunderstandand:
It was the kind of love story where they didn’t even kiss.
Last Official Scrabble
summerscrabble:
I say official because I’m always up for a random game. But meet tonight at Fat Cat at 6:30 for one last round. See you soon!
And even though it’s the last time, anyone is still welcome to come! Also: Laura, it’s not pumpkin season =[ You’re getting your pie in the fall (since I’m sure I’ll see you then when we [hopefully] have frequent bookswaps...
“I can calculate the motions of the heavenly bodies, but not the madness of...”
– Sir Isaac Newton (via iheartmyart)
“You do a thing and then you keep doing a thing and then one day you find you...”
– ZACH VANDEZANDE
tiny vices blog: Dash Snow Memorial →
76 Grand Street
New York, NY 10013
July 23 – August 15, 2009
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This is something I’ll be checking out. And definitely something I’d write about if I still had that damn job.
“There’s just something about you that sends me in the opposite direction....”
– Conversations with Other Women
“You know for the longest time I used to think I saw you in the street? Up until...”
– Conversations with Other Women
“Sleep with me?” “Absolutely.”
– The Curious Case of Benjamin Button
I could…I just…I don’t even know where to begin with this one. Oh god my mind was everywhere during this film. And yes, I know I’m behind. But I really only see movies promptly when I have a reason. God I wanted to link that movie. But...
Love Notes: May. December. →
Hey look. I updated my writing blog. There’s even a fancy header! One of the stories I posted here already, but the most recent one…well, that’s not going to happen. So instead you get a link. Because at least that way you have to see it on purpose and can’t accidentally read it. Nope. No accidents here. (oh yeah. it’s probably pg-13.)
“Why would you think your boy could become the man who could make you sure he was...”
– Feist, The Park
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here is something
You can remember the last time you kissed a boy. Of course you can: it was the last time (and possibly even the first) that sex meant anything.
For almost a year you’ve been trading sex for affection. You don’t kiss boys. You brush your fingers across their thighs, you lips against their necks, your hips into their groins. You don’t look them in the eyes—or—when you...
Possibility of Prints
justoneplace:
Come fall (after Labor Day [yes, I know it’s a bit in advance, but I’m very bored]) prints of Just One Place will be possible. Before we commit to this, we’d like to know a few things, such as:
if you’d be interested in prints at all!
which entries you would want prints of the most
if you’d want just the title of each photo to accompany it (the titles are the URL) or the...
May-Dismember
dearoldlove:
We used to laugh about our crazy age difference. But now I’ll always feel like a silly little girl who will never be loved by you. Nothing funny about that.
Maybe funny in the “hahah I’m really only laughing to keep from crying” kinda way.
Lucky Them
dearoldlove:
Every time I find myself happy with someone else, I think of you and cry for weeks.
I don’t know if I’ve ever cried for weeks over someone, but I have cried at inappropriate places and times—the 5th AVE NRW platform after a concert, another man’s bed in the middle of incredible sex, outside of the showers in my dorm, while having a conference with my fiction...
Is it just me?
ryanpurtill:
Sometimes when I get head, I like to shake the girls head slightly with both hands and than ask it questions like it’s a magic eight ball.
Me: “Will I be a millionaire?”
Her: “Ash agen lagheerrr”
Is this joke too personal? Odds are good!
The fact that I literally laughed out loud at this just enforces my belief that most feminists would kick my ass and that I spent too much...
nightmarebrunette:
Wakey! Wakey! — Girls Just...
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I feel like I’ve grown up a lot over this summer. Or at least, I’ve become more independent. And yet, simultaneously, I feel more fragile and vulnerable than when I first moved here, just shy of a year ago.
I go to sleep at night composing lines and stories in my mind, most of which are forgotten by the morning. I don’t know where I’d begin anyway. Of course, the...
Tea House Down
dearoldlove:
Remember that rainy afternoon where we escaped the downpour by crawling into the bamboo grove at the Japanese garden? It was beautiful. I regret everything, even that.
I hate regretting beautiful, perfect things.
Scrabble Tonight!
summerscrabble:
Technically, it’s the first week of playoffs but otherwise just come and play as usual. 6:30pm at Fat Cat (75 Christopher St).
Even if you haven’t been, why not start now?
Honestly, I totally forgot about this. Wednesdays are forgetful days for me.
book burnings? are you serious? →
(via closertotheocean)
This is ridiculous, not just because they’re burning books, which, HEY if you don’t want to read it, then don’t. Keeping other people from reading has got to be against the first amendment. But it’s also ridiculous because America is still afraid of sex. Seriously? What is there to be afraid of? The lack of education about it is one thing, but oh,...
“His song wasn’t much,
but he tries to swallow it,
as if he can retreat ...”
– Inland Song by Lesley Wheeler
“I have not yet learned to let time bear weight like a healed bone.”
– Fracture by Leslie Adams
“You’re talking very seriously about life and the way things fall and go....”
– tiredeyes.net
I miss you and I don’t even know you. But I still believe we could have been fantastic together.
“Then I’m there, in this place
it’s early, and everybody either...”
– tiredeyes.net
Cat Power, I Found A Reason, originally by The...
“Just because the timing is right
doesn’t mean he’s there to save...”
– miniature bridges: Sixty-one.
does anyone want to edit two pieces for me?
Leave your email/email me so I can send them to you. Both have been worked on, but not in a while.
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here is something
The fact that my mom makes it seem like this will be the one, the guy that I’m going to be with and eventually marry, every time I mention that someone showed interest or got my number or anything makes me feel so much more hopeless with nothing comes of it all. And I don’t even believe her.
Worn, Torn
dearoldlove:
I hate that every time I wear that dress, I can’t help but be reminded that you were the last one to get under it.
There used to be items of clothing that I couldn’t wear because if I caught a glimpse of myself in them I’d feel sad or guilty or angry, based on who got under them. And no, I didn’t have THAT MUCH sex. Honestly, sometimes this was just a kiss that...
“The real man is the one who can thrill you just by kissing your forehead.”
– Marilyn Monroe (via maluna) (via suzywire) (via litttlebeats)
I have this thing against forehead kisses. It’s stupid and complicated and only a couple people really get the whole story and even then, hell, I don’t even get the whole thing (I’m sure therapy will weed it out of me,...
crushed:
J,
I wish just one last time that you would reach out to hold my hand, wrap the other arm around my shoulders tightly, and warm my cold feet with your legs until our limbs intertwine in one last innocent cuddle beneath my warm blankets.
I felt so safe and I miss that night so much that it hurts.
(and I know it’s bedtime when I’ve run out distractions and I find myself missing you...
underthesheets:
I’ve been here all along.
“But I didn’t understand then. That I could hurt somebody so badly she would...”
– Murakami (via dondante) (via immeasurablymore) (via jennifurmarie) (via closertotheocean)