May 2012
47 posts
#127 I live in new hampshire now
And it smells like growing mountains
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#125: Supposing
I suppose I didn’t think much about moving to the east
I just wanted somewhere to go
I think when you’re this age, you’re just looking for somewhere to go
Found somewhere,
somewhere
Drove and drove
thousands of miles
didn’t think much about leaving home until the mountains swallowed me up
with every blue green tree
and thick rock, knowing
swallowed me up so...
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#124: Stoned on graduation night: Hardly at all,...
Watching caddyshack with the lights out
never really got to tell you how much you were like my dad.
not that like, you could ever heeeeeear(here), not with both your eyes.
whatever, whatever. it’d be cooler if we could have stayed madder at one another for longer.
you’re in the middle right now, it’s a strange thing to watch. better than average is hardly anything at all....
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#123: My brother saved my life/My life is filled...
My life has been filled with almosts.
I was almost there. I was in the car. I got a phone call. Had to go home.
That car was busted with a brick of heroin.
I was hanging out with kids that were starting to smoke crack.
Rich, white, suburban kids.
Starting their lives with crack.
And I was almost there.
Except.
My youngest brother asked me to stop going out for a week or two.
...
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#122: I remember the mulberries
I remember the stars we put around the corners of the room, I remember the freckles on his skin looking like small, orange mulberries. We left the post cards of half planned road trips and the swedish shop all those summers ago. Strange to think we had dreams so big and we so easily let them slip away. That was a hot day. Really, it was probably the heat of the day.
To the summer, to the manatee...
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#121: Right now
I didn’t care, I don’t care, I spend so much time caring, really not a lot at all.
Cut all my old t-shirts into slutty tank-tops, sure did cut all those silly band shirts into sewing cloths.
Listening to piano music, found something new to look at in the news.
Feel badly about missing, not missing, thinking, looking, talking, well, well, well.
Telling B almost everything about...
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sharesomeair asked: My absolute favorite blog. You are such a brilliant writer, each one of your posts are absolutely amazing. I admire you so much!
Anonymous asked: What ever happened to Ian? if you dont mind me asking.
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“I don’t suppose I really know you very well - but I know you smell like the...”
– Zelda Fitzgerald, in a letter to F. Scott Fitzgerald (via caseylee)
My most favorite quote from my most favorite lovers.
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#120: To Lena Dunham
You have created the most beautiful show on television. Never have I felt so understood or so apart of something as I do when I watch your show. You have captured exactly what it’s like to, not only be a girl, but a person. The dialogue, the situations—perfection. Girls is saving my life and making me smile one episode at a time. I’m so happy that someone just a few years older...
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#119: Because
Because I said so.
Because the last lines of Ulysses brought me to tears, neither happy nor sad.
Because Ben gets me even though I would have thought he’d be the last person in the world to do so.
Because I’m almost done with school.
Because I started eating right.
Because I want to live forever.
Because the things that used to keep me up at night don’t cause...
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April 2012
233 posts
“We all have such fateful objects — it may be a recurrent landscape in one case,...”
– Lolita, Vladimir Nabokov. (via ramirezdahmerbundy)
