nicole krauss is married to jonathan safran foer. imagine waking up everyday to your mirror image, someone who loves everything you love. everyday will be heartbreakingly beautiful. there will be past and present, searching and quiet moments. a strange and beautiful history of love. long days, short days, where everything is illuminated. you'll ( Read more... )

i'm going to thailand and will be back on sunday ( Read more... )

( nineteen this year, i think i'm growing up finally )

thank you, thank you Lord for doing all the things i was too small to do.

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( kiss yourself for me )

at night, you are magical again. or maybe everything is magical. globes of light hover above us. white, going yellow, cheap cousins of the moon. during the day, we are two strange girls with hysterical hearts and hair too long. night time makes me feel like we're undercovers, going undercover. hello, i say to no one in particular. boy kicks a ( Read more... )

the rocket boy turns twenty nine today ( Read more... )

this boy i know is singing with his heart out and my hands are silent, tucked into myself like the quiet lip of an envelope. lips a little too red from worrying. they say your face changes when you're eighteen but i should like to stay the same for a litle longer, a teenage mona lisa and stow myself away in a museum in a bid to stay timeless. smile ( Read more... )

in june, the nights get warm and i'm too stubborn to take on eskimo girl. turn my room into her igloo for one. she'll be awake throughout the night. making dry cartwheels, pneumatic in the dark. watching me toss and turn and wake at noon. eyes opening to a new day. flying open like the wings of an airplane. shut in reverse. three different girls on ( Read more... )