October 2011
53 posts
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She’s reading a hand-written letter, and she’s openly weeping. Tubby tears pull at her skin and fall with speed and sound onto the sheets of paper on which the words sit, for now, until they are all wetted away.
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The leaves are dying. They are getting crisp and changing colors and growing fragile. Big winds pulled newly tan and brown and yellow leaves from branches and tossed them into the wild air where they spun and danced for longer than I stayed to watch.
They flew so high. They bobbed and darted and swirled around each other, but with grace.
Honestly, it was one of the most beautiful things I...
“Then, just a few years ago, I realized that everyone feels secretly fraudulent....”
– Miranda July, “Shoplifting to Stay Free” (via meaghano)
I gotta go see about a boy.
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Sun like a heating pad on one knee. Spray from a tap dance-sounding fountain breeches boundaries with slight sprays on my neck and ears and hair.
A dragonfly landed on my sweatshirt sleeve. At first I thought it was a wasp with some kind of enormous mutant stinger, but it was just a fuzzy dragonfly, exploring my cuff.
Tourists pose, coached by their photographers who bare their teeth at their...
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“Better get a hot dog, then if you fall down at least you’ll have something to...”
– Hot dog vendor to couple running past him. (via citystories) 