February 2012
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Hi Tumblr friends. I have a new account, so please...
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January 2012
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Heading to the gym with my baby.
Our love sure is good. So proud of you, babe. <3
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I have already started shopping for Valentine's...
This is one of the many reasons that I love you. <3
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Touching Each Other's Surfaces
Skin meeting skin, we want to think we know each other scientifically; we want to believe it is objective knowledge gives this conviction of intimacy, makes us say it feels so right. That mole below your shoulder blade, the soft hair over my thighs— we examine our bodies with the precision known only to lovers or surgeons, all those whose profession is explication, ...
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Burning the Old Year →
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Letters swallow themselves in seconds. Notes friends tied to the doorknob, transparent scarlet paper, sizzle like moth wings, marry the air. So much of any year is flammable, lists of vegetables, partial poems. Orange swirling flame of days, so little is a stone. Where there was something and suddenly isn’t, and absence of shouts, celebrates, leaves a space. I begin again...
December 2011
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I know simply that the sky will last longer than I.
– Albert Camus (via human-voices)
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It’s been a long time since I talked about certain things. So I don’t know any...
– La mort heureuse by Albert Camus (via shesinacoma)
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The astonishing flowers, seething
a blue I could barely see.
– Mark Doty, from “Days of 1981” in Fire to Fire (via proustitute)
Wow. I just read this poem out loud to a friend. Like, 20 minutes ago. It’s more and more beautiful each time I read it.
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Right now I’m sitting with my precious boy and snuggling so gentle, life is wonderful.
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White power!
– My Uncle Gary when Jordy Nelson got a touchdown during the Packers game.
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There’s nothing sadder in this world than to awake Christmas morning and not be...
– Erma Bombeck (via misswallflower)
I suppose I did this today. I felt a child, like I was ten years younger and three feet smaller than my parents.
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