A love story
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A Love Story, if told correctly, will do nothing less than ruin your heart.
Monday, October 12, 2015
Kismet
"Katie stood up. ―Why are you telling me this?
―Because, listen Katie, I am probably becoming obsessed with you. To be honest, I am, like, almost definitely not crazy. I really don’t even want to die anymore. If I can avoid it, I don’t ever want to die, but I’ve fashioned myself to act in a way that will make it seem like I am crazy. You know, in hopes that you’re the type of woman who responds to that stuff.
―But see, like, you have to understand that impulse is extremely unsound. Like that makes you seem to me that you are crazy. I feel on edge around you.
―Yeah I mean, I get it. But it’s not like that. I’m so normal that all I want to do is watch TV and be normal. Love a woman. Take a walk. Everything else is, like, an act.
―I don’t really care what it is. She wasn’t looking at him. ―It’s… It’s a distressing attitude to have to engage with."
―But see, like, you have to understand that impulse is extremely unsound. Like that makes you seem to me that you are crazy. I feel on edge around you.
―Yeah I mean, I get it. But it’s not like that. I’m so normal that all I want to do is watch TV and be normal. Love a woman. Take a walk. Everything else is, like, an act.
―I don’t really care what it is. She wasn’t looking at him. ―It’s… It’s a distressing attitude to have to engage with."
Thursday, October 8, 2015
In The Morning
I cut my teeth on cellphone speakers
all night cried my eyes out
and miraculously in the morning they had never left
Last Hurray
this weekend is it, and there is such inexplicable relief in that.
I can feel the swirling heaviness shift shape into something deviousI must let it goI must let you goI was so excited to get close to someone so deeply incredible that I broke my rulesI played old games with new namesand I left you so sadand it left me just the same
Labels:
friendship,
life,
people,
self
Saturday, October 3, 2015
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