May 2013
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I imagine one of the reasons people cling to their hates so stubbornly is...
– James Baldwin - The Fire Next Time
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More Pleasant Adventures
The first year was like icing. Then the cake started to show through. Which was fine, too, except you forget the direction you’re taking. Suddenly you are interested in some new thing And can’t tell how you got here. Then there is confusion Even out of happiness, like a smoke— The words get heavy, some topple over, you break others. And outlines disappear once again.
Heck, it’s anybody’s story, A...
Intro: yo dis my paper
Body Paragraphs: *written beautifully along with correct spelling and grammar"
Conclusion: dats it lol bye
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You can hear him telling the dog that one broken heart
deserves a heart that has been differently broken.
I had that dream in New York City. Times Square
looks like America throwing up on itself.
I want to hold its hair back.
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All my adult life I have kept a distance from other people, it has been my way...
– Karl Ove Knausgaard, The Birthday Party
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tupacabra:
sylvanburningcenter:
also i had a strawberry, almond, and parmesan crisp salad
i had some basil and rosemary infused lemonade (most bomb ass liquid ever)
and i had veal scallops over angelhair pasta with sage, air cured ham, covered in a lemon veal demi-glaze
so like, tonight was actually perfect
i ate three ikea hot dogs today
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April 2013
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XIII | V: 9:23 PM →
the first time I fell in love he thought my poetry was amazing I thought his drug problem was something I could understand I thought there was something safe to be found in people who weren’t. the first time I had sex he thought I was an escape, he said he said too much I thought about it all I thought there was something complex to be loved in people who were lost.
I think there’s much to be...
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The Place Where We Are Right
From the place where we are right Flowers will never grow In the spring.
The place where we are right Is hard and trampled Like a yard.
But doubts and loves Dig up the world Like a mole, a plow. And a whisper will be heard in the place Where the ruined House once stood.
-Yehuda Amichai
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