December 2009
2 posts
“life, love, and leaving, rachel. jesus sometimes i think i could just lose myself in the way the moonlight falls on thick october air laden with the smell of decay and the vibrancy of the insects fucking and dying on my windowsill.”
these women hold on to their men with such desperation.
there’s something about our steadfast simplicity: sautéed apples and buttered toast on saturday morning; the small indentation at the bottom of your sternum that reminds me we were once young;
our minimalism suits us. the time we spend makes me wonder why i give in—ever, much less often—to the impulse to try so hard.
i’ll read the paper by...