it's all coming together.

...dude.

i have never had so much trouble getting my shit together.

one july i fell in love, holding hands on an l-shaped couch. two years later we still stumble through bright mornings trying to find a way to hold on.

we drove through haze, up a dirt trail miles long and hiked looking for waterfalls. when we found one, he asked me to marry him.

margaret atwood said the living bird is not its labeled bones. and ( Read more... )

"i realized today that so much that's important to us happens to us when we're asleep. as if our subconsciouses love each other ( Read more... )

met a girl. painted eyes sarah. foul-mouthed dangerous sarah. sarah who'd cried. we were thirteen. her baby floated. the creek ran. she was here.

how wonderful that, after all this time, i get to long for something with everything i have.

i don't know if i'm ready to do this.

redlands again, and i realize that everything i've written here has really been a letter to you. i think for now, i'll go back to scribbling drafts on napkins and brochures, scraps of paper that i may never see again once i've given them to you. i think that i've been naive to think what i've written here will be available to me forever. it's a bit ( Read more... )

instead of words, i want your violin. to record everything that words are increasingly useless for. but listening to this i feel as though i can commit my memories to your melody, and finally let them go. because my life is no longer a series of moments. we have each other and then we have each other and then we have each other. oporto. amo-te.