December 2010
37 posts
I think I'm in love
There is this man in the patio of the starbucks I’m in, IDk if he’s homeless, but I doubt it.
He’s put a tent up, and on a sleeping bag on the floor are two beautiful dogs, one white, the other a burnt orange.
There’s also a small tabby cat with a striped tail following them around. He keeps pacing back and forth, with a cigarette, or possibly a cigar, burning in his...
“He was a furious, even romantic, typist, prone to crescendos, diminuendos, dense...”
– The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay
GODDAMN, Mr. Chabon, tu peux ecrire une phrase!
“But everyone knew it was only an illusion. The true magic of this broken world...”
– Michael Chabon, The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay
“is paying for the ataraxia of her past with present, persistent, and...”
– moi
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The illusion of depth
For so long, throughout life, I have held onto the consolation, by no means small, that despite my inability to function well in social situations, to be an exceptional student, or an exceptional anything, or even a better-than-average, or better-than-mediocre, anything, there is still Something About Me,
something about me, because, as opposed to other people, I am deep.
I am deep.
But I...
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I SCREAMED
I jut had that terrible recurring nightmare of mine, again, except this time was so much worse,
I was in the kitchen with Anna when he video-chatted me, and, as with all of our meetings, I hated it but was also secretly excited,
And then he started to undress, which was super weird but also I didn’t want Anna to see and think I was super weird, and then,
All of a sudden, another girl...
More likely to get this kind of doctorate than any... →
being used
Things have changed The tables have turned.
Because I became the wanting
Instead of the wanted.
I was found wanting.