January 2011
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“..it’s because i love you. it’s because you completely consume me.. because when you didn’t hug me this morning my heart imploded.”
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“goodfellas isn’t that good anyway.”
On the train en route to Euston an old man stumbles down the aisle; even his wrinkles have wrinkles when he sees the title of the book I’m reading. Eyes lined by these great grey caterpillar brows but I can see them, all blue underneath - I’m openly staring at him now and wondering when he last saw a cunt international and if he’s as Paris-sick as I am.
“you have eyes like little universes.”
My boyfriend was eager to meet my Mom, despite my various protests. I pulled into the parking lot of the cemetery where she’s buried, expecting him to completely freak out. When we approached her grave, he sat down, said hello, and talked with her for an hour about how lucky he was to have me.
every ting gonna be all reet.
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When I moved in to my new flat I was very happy but when I worked out that the whispering voices that I can hear when I put my head under the water in the bath belonged to dead people I wasn’t happy any longer, particularly because I realised that every time I put my head under the water when I had a bath the voices were slightly louder than the time before. I tried not putting my head under the...
There is no such thing as an innocent text.
*~*~*~RYAN GOSLING ON A BUTTIE~*~*~*
“So many people are shut up tight inside themselves like boxes, yet they would...”
– Sylvia Plath
