January 2011
35 posts
I've Seen Your Bravery, And I Will Follow You...
I think this is how it’s supposed to happen. Fear has quickly been replaced by courage—although you won’t choose to describe it that way.
80 Calories
I’ve been reading and people watching all week from the corner window seat at La Boulange. I’d like a little more daylight, but the exposed Edison lightbulbs make it easier to not mind so much. Creating Valentine’s for the baby hippo at the San Francisco Zoo keeps my hands busy and my mother’s tone quiet and concerned.
Help me, Cosmia, I'm grieving
Driving to your house at 2AM so we can share a bed and candied lemon peels is no longer an option while I am living here.
Riding the 33 you’ll see all of the newly emancipated crust punks walk past Painted Ladies swinging their plastic neon Amoeba Record bags.
Here’s five dollars that you won’t use on train fare to go back to your mother in Portland.
I’m not making the right mistakes.
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Kiss Each Other Clean, courtesy of Conan →
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“Of what has been and might have been
And who was changed and who was dead”
– Longfellow
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Richmond District
We always eat dinner at 10:15 PM and listen to Woody Allen interviews on a loop. Before the green beans have fully circulated the oval table on loan we’re discussing his existential crisis and what second-wave feminism has done for the female orgasm. I’d rather listen than speak and sip the echinacea and lavender punch that’s slightly too sweet.
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Daniel Johnston i
llebanon:
No one noticed the young girl dressed in mismatched floral prints sitting Indian style in the aisle. She carved her only friend out of paper, the grains of paper mimicking the pores of his skin.
Good morning, San Francisco.
Gipsy House
25/12/10
Here’s to hoping you never lose that child-like sense of wonder. I hope you always think of me when you see a fox romantically stealing a chicken. Because that’s the essence of our relationship: romance—and stealing…
Yours forevermore,
Jess
I honestly don’t doubt that one day we’ll be living in Princeton together in an Anthro furnished Tudor as...
Solid Perfume
<fragment> receiving communion Christmas morning in French braids and Doc Martens I’m always secretly surprised that Peter still remembers my name
Tom Ford lipstick
Dad’s old Nikon
tulle slip, black lace, fur trimmed collar, studded engineer Frye boots
This Whiskey Priest playlist