He took a bite,
for what felt to me a full minute.
He took a sip of water,
closed his eyes for three seconds.
(i had counted this time.)
and finally he said
"that pie was to pie for"
I laughed so hard
I choked on the graham cracker crust,
he knew the heimlich maneuver.
(Photo by Chris Killip)
6:13 pm • 7 January 2014 • 2 notes
have you heard of stranger things happening
than strangers who happen
to fall in love?
8:19 pm • 17 December 2013 • 1 note
Have your ears cleaned
spritz perfume between your legs
and you may stand a chance
(Photo by Hannah Price)
9:00 pm • 30 November 2013
I want to breathe a different air
than what I’m used to;
(Photo by Michelle Sank)
3:05 am • 30 November 2013 • 2 notes
A man sits in prison
dreaming of the fisherman
who is sleeping on his boat
(Photo still from Samsara)
6:31 pm • 29 November 2013 • 1 note
did you learn something interesting today?
1:00 pm • 24 November 2013
Excerpt from Issue #4 - Hillary Weston on Paris, Texas:
"…The men can see her, but she cannot see them. So, when Travis walks in one afternoon and she begins her usual act—brilliantly vibrant yet still harboring a palpable sadness— it’s only their voices that interact, their bodies separated, both physically and literally, by a glass of tarnished memories. She’s placed in a sparse motel setting, a place both Shepard and Wenders know so well, harkening back to their mutual love for transient spaces and the effects they have on our ability to assume an identity. Jane tries to illicit a reaction from the man on the other side of the glass but Travis remains silent. “I know how hard it is to talk to strangers sometimes. Just relax,” she says. “I don’t mind listening, I do it all the time.” But it’s as if even the mere presence of her is too much to bear, and so he leaves.
The next day he returns, but this time he picks up the phone, turns his back to her, and begins to tell a story. He details their relationship, from beginning to end: ”I knew these people…They were in love with each other…He was kind of raggedy and wild. She was very beautiful, you know?” He expresses the adventure and excitement they found in being together and how they ached to be in each other’s presence to the point where he’d quit working just to be with her. But as his story progresses you see how that same tremendous passion unraveled them both, how quickly love can turn to resentment, even violence. The primal act of falling in love shakes the core of our foundation and forces most of us to submit to our emotions in a way we find frightening. What fractured Travis and Jane’s love came from the larger existential questions that linger between most men and women—an insular battle with self-destruction that caused a rift too large to patch. One of life’s most painful truths, although we refuse so often to admit it to ourselves, is that love is not enough. It may be the most profound and astonishing thing two human beings can share in this crumbling world, but it cannot fill all the gaps that rest between our bones or mend those wounds that will never heal. No matter how hard we try.”
(Source: brightwalldarkroom, via bbook)
3:00 pm • 25 September 2013 • 416 notes
Out of Office AutoReply: Re: Tuesday’s Mistake (don’t let it happen again!!!!)
Thank you for your message!
I am out of the office until next Wednesday as I have fallen in love and have left to take care of it.
If you feel the matter is urgent, I guarantee you, it is not.
9:35 pm • 23 September 2013 • 5 notes
Danny was Here
I knew someone had been here before,
because shards of glass don’t just appear on the floor,
they are remnants from pieces that used to be whole:
a cup that once held wine from the infamous “We Missed You, Abigail” party where Danny finally lost his virginity, but only I know that because Danny tells me everything. He cried two days later, saying he was afraid that he got her pregnant. I told him on the phone that this was ridiculous as he had been gone for all of five minutes, and that is not enough time to get a girl pregnant. It was kind of a fib, but when your best friend is crying on the phone at 2 in the A.M, sometimes you gotta fib. He was always so sensitive, and I think that’s what got him in the long run.
(photo by Gina Pollack - part of the series “Somewhere Else”)
12:41 pm • 22 September 2013 • 3 notes