January 2012
16 posts
December 2011
51 posts
the bus is treating me surprisingly well. “boston bound”.
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“you were so close to being able to lay your head down on your pillow and forget...”
an interest in anachronism.
“you often feel embarrassed about what you write and expose in poetry and prose...”
– my desperate head.
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i no longer wish to seek — i only wish to be found.
when you get older, matters of the heart are supposedly less devastating when they go wrong, and that is true; but it’s not because you learn to deal with them any better — it’s because people are awful and kill off any and all sparks of vibrance within you, until heartbreak feels the same as any other minor annoyance.
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