January 2012
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November 2011
11 posts
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“There we were - demented children mincing about in clothes that no one ever wore, speaking as no man ever spoke, swearing love in wigs and rhymed couplets, killing each other with wooden swords, hollow protestations of faith hurled after empty promises of vengeance - and every gesture, every pose, vanishing into the thin unpopulated air. We ransomed our dignity to the clouds, and the...
You are tired, (I think) Of the always puzzle of living and doing; And so am I. Come with me, then, And we’ll leave it far and far away— (Only you and I, understand!) You have played, (I think) And broke the toys you were fondest of, And are a little tired now; Tired of things that break, and— Just tired. So am I. But I come with a dream in my eyes tonight, And knock with a rose at the...
October 2011
26 posts
“This sentence has five words. Here are five more words. Five-word sentences are...”
– —Gary Provost (via babotofu)
this is perfect.
(via lismich)
Beautiful Passivity
There is something amazing about being a child. They don’t have any of the worries that we acquire as we grow up. Their minds are not consumed with finances or schedules necessarily. They take in life day by day. There is a minimalism and a security in the way they approach and interact with reality. I can see this when they come into my work, being escorted around in their strollers, taking a...
labour day
I still remember the first time I heard Leigh say ‘five years’. It was in the middle of an emotional outburst that left the three of us uncomfortable on the border of ear shot. At first I thought he was trying to salvage communication with Kate, as if asking “what did you think I meant when I said ‘not too many’?” was a genuine question to understand their problem. But soon it became a...
madness
these cigarettes are bound to make my cold go away; so you know it’s logic just like that that got me here in the first place. freshman year i got bored and moved away went to war and then i changed, you swore you’d write, but never did.
the irish in your blood always leads you back to the country that you love and all the people that you love, love, love. willow tree, a promise made,...