January 2010
33 posts
December 2009
36 posts
I wrote this poem.
I was driving through the woods in November when I realized
that I didn’t love you anymore and probably
wouldn’t love you again.
But oh god, do I hate sleeping alone.
Especially when you’ve left sand in my bed
because you can’t keep from the ocean.
Even more when the sheets are inky with newsprint
because the salesman standing in the rain with wet violet fingers
smiles so sweetly, is...
Best Books of the Decade: The History of Love by...
synecdoche:
bibliotheque:
The History of Love by Nicole Krauss, 2005
I figured I could put this wonderful second novel by Nicole Krauss right after her husband’s debut. This book seems simple to describe, it’s about two people whose lives become so inextricably linked and connected that the world seems infinitely huge and tiny all at once. This of course is because Krauss writes it this...
“I’m the type who’d be happy not going anywhere as long as I was sure I knew...”
– Andy Warhol (via chocolate-cigarettes) (via suzywire)
It's Strange
when someone you love leaves and you thought you would spend the time sad and missing them terribly.
But you don’t.
