on goodness
03.02.13back&
forth
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greek food post work. friday! podcasts that played me through: pop culture happy hour, rachel maddow, NPR hourly news, watch what happens. dancing and prancing down 17th. remember that time i sang sweaters zipped straight through to the throat? he's started saying "underwhelmed" the way i do: you may be underwhelmed by this fact because you already know me so well. til 2am. and this morning. 8am. dizzy spinning drink of water, so exhilarated we were practically hallucinating, every synapse on fire. something something that mary oliver poem. holding panda hands to brunch, eggs. a seductive description of an almond croissant. a poetic retelling of animal stories (a bird stole your hotdog - a blond four year old by the water; my abuela attacked by birds at the sand diego zoo). finally buying stamps. 1234. jon stewart. to note for the record: yes, sometimes, the appearance of three blind rats:
embarrassment. shame. vulnerability.
oh, but we are not alone on an island:
"You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine."
a week and i'll be twenty seven. wasn't i just fifteen?
(i have been writing shit on the internet for a long fucking time.) (i also note that in 2001 i wrote "i am so attracted to laughter" and not twenty minutes ago did i say, "you have the best fucking smile," and seeing him laugh, including at my sass, is my favorite. knowing what you like for a thousand, alex. this one is definitely in the wheelhouse.)
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last night i slept ten hours in a bed all alone and it was straight up wonderful. yin and yang forever of being alone and being with others.
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