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Do you ever make up romantic nostalgias while listening to a particular song? “This song sounds like being drunk with you- sitting on the curb at 2am waiting for the train home, surrounded by electric, damp air, your arm over my shoulder, both transfixed by flickering eulogies of dead stars.” I do that all of the time. I ruin songs with memories that have not even happened. 

Everyone eventually unravels themselves as a disappointment, and here I have masterfully inscribed each and every disappointment into a song as a painful reminder of what could have been. Of what isn’t. 

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  July 24, 2014 at 08:30pm

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I read once that the ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand and the Eskimos had a hundred words for snow. I wish I had a thousand words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep and there are no words for that.

  July 18, 2014 at 04:30pm
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1) wake up at 8am. bones feel like arctic winter.

2) cup of coffee.

3) walk to the market for strawberries & tulips.

4) come home. you’re still asleep. 

5) kiss your cheek. my delicate, hungover piece of shit.

6) make us breakfast. wake you up. eat. yawn.

7) spend the rest of sunday in a sea of white blankets with strawberries and daytime television.

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  July 13, 2014 at 02:30pm

There is love in holding and there is love in letting go.

Elizabeth Berg

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