February 2012
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mols:
Oh y’know, just listening to this over and...
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when pachabel made me cry with her throat like a cannon and my fingers like gunshells that hurt when they touch.
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January 2012
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pertaining to anyone who has ever felt alone:
we shouldn’t only notice him when he runs, but feel him when he walks.
because we’re all walking this earth together. if we were all barefoot the same earth would lodge between our toes, sink into our teeth like honey on a slow day, feel one another through the core of the earth - the cores of our own - and we could all know the same love.
alex, remember this.
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just a thought
maybe one day i could wear a caftan and you could wear a caftan, and we wouldn’t worry about sitting in the dirt because we’d have music. and music feels better when one is buried in dirt, lingering on the edge of his own body. and peeling a soul from the skin is easier if hands are held - energy transferred, secrets shared. suppose you take off the caftan and i take off the caftan-...
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I maintain an overbearing amount of unrequited love.
“Man, that’s a lot of unrequited love you’ve got there!” they’d say.
I told them “I know, it keeps me warm in the winter”.
so many of us are afraid of living
“The beauty of things must be that they end.”
– Jack Kerouac, Tristessa (via honeyforthehomeless)
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past passed passings
for a short while I thought I could be the girl for you with “love in her eyes and flowers in her hair”. How crazy I was to believe I may actually be capable of softening a heart. You were never a giver of hard looks, only a receiver of soft stares; I was always a reviver of intrepid rebellion, completely infatuated by hushed secrets and brief drives home. When the nights slowed to a near halt we...
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apathetic emergencies
funny how a streetlamp can look like a full moon through the sunroof. how packing a suitcase of one-liners and one-hit-wonders can add up to three if you forget the value of one. how spilling your soul allows others to collect it. that a vicarious memory is worse than none - so go construct consciousness of your own. funny how you said “run” but you didn’t mean “go”.
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i feel so much for beings such as:
“one-hit wonders”
elders eating alone at restaurants
forgotten words
instrumental musicians
baby blankets
children that say what they feel
