January 2011
28 posts
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all your bicycles are dreaming of their brakes
“I’m fascinated by the way the contemporary world has constructed this manic...”
– John Green (via camplittlewolf)
We need to grasp our lives inseparable from those rancid dreams, that blurt of metal, those disgraces, and the red begonia perilously flashing from a tenement sill six stories high, or the long-legged young girls playing ball in the junior high school playground. No one has imagined us. We want to live like trees, sycamores blazing through the sulfuric air, dappled with scars, still...
THE BENJAMIN FRANKLIN OF MONOGAMY
We don’t have a past so much as a bunch of electricity and liquor, power never put to good use.
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click click saddle up see you on the moon then
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“She hadn’t been given the proper tools to make a real life with, she decided,...”
– Willing // Lorrie Moore
there are some mornings when the sky looks like a...
heartbeatcity:
“I wanted real love. Not a replay, not the same thing over and over again, not the same dinners, that same let’s rent a video tonight. I wanted love and everything—cut flowers, her wearing a beautiful dress, lingerie, seeing an incredible band, blow jobs in a convertible. Going to Africa for Christmas—you know, the finest champagne, meeting movie stars together, amazing parties...
AND I DONT BUST BACK BECAUSE I SHOOT FIRST
This is why she’s my best friend. Gchat:
Boy: im calling u BFF: i cannot talk. Boy: i am the same person now that i was three months ago BFF: ok Boy: pick up BFF: i won’t pause lil wayne for you
32. Non sequiturs make the funniest, and therefore the best, status messages. Single lines pulled from the middles of Styles pieces and presented without links or identifying details make good ones, as do single lines from GChats.
LISTEN, KID
That was fun. You proved you could do it and you did it hard. But this next year won’t have any backyard parties or curbside fireworks or sunny road trips with a boy you could fall in love with if only he plays that Okkervil River song again. The lake hasn’t been warm for two years now and that boy who comes over in the middle of the night is free during the day. Think about it. There...
SOME SUNDAY
fireexpressesitselfwithfire:
and right now what i am trying to say is: i believe in witchcraft and small seaside towns and heart monitors and bird songs, as shrill and as biting as they can sometimes be and i believe that the wind can move me it seems true enough to be true if the song needs you to hear it if the wine needs us to drink it if the sun can just walk away right now what i am trying...