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in which i slow my roll:
It's really easy to be mean but when I find it easier to be nice I'll know that my joy is finally legit. In the meantime I'll f-lock my entries and think before I tweet.
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in which we have four hours of blood and ink:
I got a new tattoo.
It's of a dragon curling around my arm, with MANNY spelled out amongst its shining scales, vomiting hearts and rainbows as unicorns prance up and down its back. When he sees it, he's totally going to take me back.
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in which i'm listening to loud music in the quiet office:
Go, if you want to
I can't remember how to be all you ever wanted
I couldn't ever love you more
Maybe we didn't understand
Not just a boy and a girl
It's just the end of the, end of the world
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You told me that if we ever broke up, you'd not stay a friend. We laughed about it for so long. Told you I'd call you at 3 in the morning, drunk and weeping, begging you to come back. Told you I'd not hold back on emotionally manipulative messages. Told you I'd let you know that I know you're dating other people, told you I'd leave disparaging ( Read more... ) -
in which we backtrack:
Intelligent misanthropy & Christian values & political outcries & bohemian incitement & the consolation of art.
It all boils down to choosing your company and having some perspective.
I feel a lot better now, post-Status Anxiety.1 Locking a couple of previous entries and locking myself into the next book.
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in which we try to explain not-explaining:
I don't know what to say to soothe you because everything goes through the necessary violence of language. We used to be able to speak without words but nowadays when you are angry you won't even hold me. -
justification:
I think that if there are photos of you on Facebook in which you are asleep in a bed full of girls, you have no right to complain that your girlfriend goes out alone too often. -
ennui:
A morning alone, having snapped at my mother and then watched her walk away from me, huffily. Mind running in the background, sifting through the refrigerator's contents for a possible lunch. Or maybe this bag of crystallized ginger, sharp on the sides of the tongue, licking sugar off my fingertips, mouth aflame. I don't want to move, but the right ( Read more... ) -
REPOST: because it's suddenly appropriate
the difference between dedications & mortgages investments
speaking of investments, i am glad i am yours.
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