February 2010
January 2010
RYAN ADAMS - wonderwall (oasis cover)
and all the...
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XIX. - to the tune of Johnny Cash
I hurt myself today
Morning, darling, he rolls across the bed with eyes closed and touches the smoothness there, feels the warmth still radiating from that space, and whispers his favorite days of the week.
to see if I still feel.
He turns back around and steadies himself upright, takes four blind paces to where the closet is, where it always is, and there it is, as his fingers...
“She was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous...”
– J.S. Foer
“please, remember me, happily, by the...
Anonymous asked: Dear Amy,
I once met you a few years ago but I never spoke to you after that week. We went to Century 21 in New Jersey, drove for 20 pointless minutes to find a lake that had dried up and stared at my cousin while he spazzed. I just wanted to say that what you write, is just beautiful. There's no other way to put it. Every time I read one of your pieces, I feel inspired all over...
I once met you a few years ago but I never spoke to you after that week. We went to Century 21 in New Jersey, drove for 20 pointless minutes to find a lake that had dried up and stared at my cousin while he spazzed. I just wanted to say that what you write, is just beautiful. There's no other way to put it. Every time I read one of your pieces, I feel inspired all over...
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Sand and ash - we drift
The silence was falling very, very slowly, settling with visible apprehension from the air onto everybody’s shoulders, almost like dandruff, tentatively, hesitantly, as we turned the minutes over and over, front back front, in our hands. James stood up: “Hi. I’m James. But I don’t feel like a James. I never have, and I think it’s a grave mistake on our parents’...
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XLVIII
We could live like Van Gogh, move to Paris. We’d get a tiny apartment over a quiet cafe and leave the windows open all the time, let in the sounds of wheels on pavement and footsteps on cobblestones, and when it rains, it will rain on us, until our skin smells like dew and mornings and petrichor. We’ll refuse to learn French; instead, the city will wince with our twangy American...
Andrew Bird - Yawny at the Apocalypse
listen to...
“You are calm and reposed, let your beauty unfold. Pale white like the skin...”
– br& new
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Through sieves
First –
If we were a fire – just think about that for a second. What a strange thought. If we were a fire. We might be red, raging red, the color of how I always imagined the word No to be, but maybe only because I’ve been seeing stop signs and flashing lights and the insides of my eyelids when the sun is shining, since I was born. We could be orange or yellow or canary or tangerine or carrot or...
“If there is no love in the world, we will make a new world, and we will give it...”
– Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything Is Illuminated
Anonymous asked: I think the stuff you write is absolutely beautiful.
“overprescribed, under the mister, we had...
"The Devil's Advocate: Why Breaking Dawn Must Be...
Published 11/27/2009 by Devin Faraci
With New Moon likely to make yet another metric fuckload of money this weekend we need to find the bright side to the entire Twilight mania. There must be something good that comes from this awful Mormon fantasy that seems to have invaded our culture on every front. That something is the eventual movie version of Breaking Dawn. Even though New Moon has made a...
Anonymous asked: What makes you want to write? Or, I guess it could also be asked as what inspires you? Either way...
lynettifoo asked: How was your day?
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Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close
Oskar: Could we kiss for a little bit?
Abby: Excuse me?
Oskar: It's just that I like you, and I think I can tell that you like me.
Abby: I don't think that's a good idea.
Oskar: Why not?
Abby: Because I'm forty-eight and you're twelve.
Oskar: So?
Abby: And I'm married.
Oskar: So?
Abby: And I don't even know you.
Oskar: Don't you feel like you know me? Humans are the only animal that blushes, laughs, has religion, wages war, and kisses with lips. So in a way, the more you kiss with lips, the more human you are.
Abby: And the more you wage war?
“She made my request into her own. Listen to me. I learned so much. She sang in...”
– Jonathan Safran Foer
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Movement (, start a)
Something about the ocean has always made me want to sleep for miles. You have the tides, and the rocks, and the water shooting like a bullet over the earth and it’s so calming, don’t you think? Pattern recognition and all: the waves, hypnotizing in their infallibility, it’s like a heartbeat, it’s like the rise and fall of a stranger’s chest in the darkness on your...
“The men in the room suddenly realized that they didn’t want to know her...”
– Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett
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“The death of one person is a tragedy. The deaths of thousands, a statistic.”
