James Arthur Baldwin
“The face of a lover is an unknown, precisely because it is invested with so much of oneself. It is a mystery, containing, like all mysteries, the possibility of torment.”
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Nothing Better - The Postal Service
“Don’t you feed me lines
About some idealistic future”
Neil Gaiman
“It makes you so vulnearble. It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up these defenses. You build up this armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life… You give them a piece of you. They don’t ask for it. They do something like kiss you, or smile at you, and your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple ‘maybe we should just be friends’ or ‘how perceprtive’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-of-you-and rips-you-apart pain. Nothing should be able to do that. Especially not Love.”
Highlight of my day: learning that I need to speak in a British accent if I want British Siri to understand me. I am so amused.
(500) Days of Summer
“Most days of the year are unremarkable. They begin, and they end, with no lasting memories made in between. Most days have no impact on the course of a life. May 23rd was a Wednesday.”
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I had a moment with an avocado earlier. One in the morning, the air is still. I started to notice my breathing as I stood in the kitchen, alone, eating that avocado, mindful of its savor. In the background a thunderstorm had reached the adjacent glass doors. It broke the tension of silence while I imagined what it will be like to bake cookies with a boy later this Wednesday night.
