February 2011
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I always wanted to think that I was an alien. I used to think when I was young...
– Kurt Cobain. An excerpt from the interviews in “About A Son” (via tparty) (via tparty)
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eyes
know if a
lit tle
tree listens
– ee cummings
January 2011
like a writing desk: My body is old. It bends and... →
likeawritingdesk:
My body is old. It bends and it heaves and it aches and it cries out to me, but it does not break. My body is a little church, a small building in the bad part of town. It sways in the wind and aches when it’s cold and sweats when it’s hot, like the walls in our old apartment building. But my body does not break. My body should be young and mobile and free. But instead, my body...
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likeawritingdesk:
but we both know that the fjords the pen makes on the page in a single swipe are not tall enough, wide enough, big enough. we need mountains, we need to move mountains. just like Shane said, “move pen, move.”
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