November 2009
11 posts
i love...
i love blankets. i love to cuddle. i love warmth. i love encroaching sunlight.
i love cool mornings creeping through the cracked window, onto the windowsill, onto my pillow, onto my cheeks, your nose, our hands.
i love to be close, to be free, to be together, to be alone. i love to sleep.
retreat from this city, this madness
“How can we help our hearts to grow every day, to be able to embrace everything? The Buddha gave a very beautiful example. Suppose you have a bowl of water and someone put a handful of salt in the bowl of water; it would be too salty for you to drink. But suppose someone threw a handful of salt into a clear mountain river. The river is deep and wide enough that you can still drink the...
i don’t know if i’m delirious, but i’m feeling pretty good.
i’ve only got 10,000 things to do between now and tuesday, but you know! writing, reading, and baking are the best. and clint eastwood.
I’m used to your absence, your faceless...
“You cannot save people, you can only love them.”
– Anais Nin (via misswallflower)
honesty is an undervalued principle, kindness even...
while letting my coffee get cold, i sat on the corner of rivington & orchard thinking, dwelling, letting my mind wander endlessly. i thought about how much this has bothered me—and why. initially, it seemed that i was the decidedly undeserving recipient of such a blatant insult. it progressed on, and on, and on. slowly, i started to think more about you, and less about me. in truth, that...
this is just vague bullshit.
and then it becomes clear. all i’d like is nothing to feel this catastrophic pressure between my ribs. is this now physical? i guess that’s what happens.
it doesn’t matter how hard you try or even if you didn’t try at all. what matters is something that doesn’t matter to anyone but you, and i’m last one to be considered. it’s pitiful to wake up from...
