June 2013
“I met you under the balloon, on the occasion of your return from Norway; you asked if it was mine; I said it was. The balloon, I said, is a spontaneous autobiographical disclosure, having to do with the unease I felt at your absence…Removal of the balloon was easy; trailer trucks carried away the depleted fabric, which is now stored in West Virginia, awaiting some other time of unhappiness, some time, perhaps, when we are angry with one another.”
—-Donald Barthelme, The Balloon
“Writing isn’t a career choice. It’s self-medication that over time precipitates the madness it was meant to ward off.”
—Alain de Botton (via nevver)
when
i am only
a shell of myself,
hold me
to your ear.
“more than kisses, letters mingle souls”
—John Donne
2 am and I’m lying on a hammock in the woods.
The stars above the treetops are brilliant.
May 2013
The only good thing about having a full-time job that you hate, is the incredible feeling of having a day off.
I just bought 9 books online. Someone help me, I have a problem.
Complete "B" Sides
Pixies
Cease to resist, giving my goodbye
Drive my car into the ocean
“She waited for the train to pass. Then she said, “I sometimes think that people’s hearts are like deep wells. Nobody knows what’s at the bottom. All you can do is imagine by what comes floating to the surface every once in a while.”
—Haruki Murakami
what an awful day
In Transit
Albert Hammond Jr.
By the way she looked,
I should have calmed down.
Yes. There is your porch,do u ever just make scenarios in your head that will never happen but makes you so happy so you just keep on imagining them
and here is me, driving.
I’m driving, and my hands
are wet, and the windows are
down, and my shirt is off
because I don’t want to ruin
it before I see you, your porch.
I’ll pull over just outside
your town. I’ll put on
my shirt and take out my
phone and say, “I’m here,
yes I’m really here,
would you like to get dinner?”
And I’ll breathe out and
get ready for a long night
of driving.
i enjoy your answers. but for some reason, you don't strike me as happy. are you happy?
Am I totally and completely happy? I don’t know, maybe. Are there things that could be improved, are there things that could be made different or better? Inevitably. But if we always let those things dictate our overall happiness where would we be?
why not?
Firstly, because I just don’t. Secondly, because it’s ridiculous and highly romanticized.
From a purely scientific standpoint, think of all the human beings that exist on the surface of our planet. Now think about the number of a human beings you don’t know/will never know. How can it be possible for an individual to find their soul mate having known less that 1/1000th of the population.
I do not believe in predetermined things, under which a soul mate would fall. I believe in choice and free will. I believe that in your life, you will love many. This is not to say there is not a “one”. The concept of the one and the soul mate ate completely different, and people tend to get them mixed up. There will have to be only one if what you want is a healthy relationship, so why shouldn’t it be “the one”?
do you think people have soulmates?
No, I don’t believe in soul mates .
you say it gets people into a lot of trouble. is it worth it? is it better to have loved and lost?
I think so, yes. It’s a part of life, as cliche as that may be. Only cowards avoid love for fear of heartbreak—heartbreak can be somewhat inevitable
do you believe in god? do you believe in love?
Personally, no I do not believe in God. My personal belief structure doesn’t allow for blind faith—though I don’t claim to have any definitive answers.
As for love, in its most basic form, what’s not to believe? I just think that love tends to be a bit misconceptualized because so many people have so many different expectations. It’s such an undefined emotion. It gets people into a lot of trouble. There is no greater feeling than being in love, but likewise, there is no worse one than losing or destroying it.
I’m no expert. Aside from having broken hearts, and having had mine own beat up a bit, I know very little about love.
