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I remember the day Mando left for Kentucky. He dropped me off at my high school after we spent my lunch hour together. I stepped out of his filthy Corolla and he walked around to hand me something and kiss me goodbye. Then I watched his silver compact drive away, crooked bumper and all. I looked down at what he had given me and it was a framed ( Read more... )

It's like this. At the stoplight on Woodward, about to turn onto Congress Avenue. Mother Falcon playing on the stereo. Mother Falcon is our band and our soundtrack. Cold. I was wearing gloves, he was not. Idling. Mother Falcon playing. Humming. We were holding hands. Clothed and naked fingers intertwined. And it's like this. He began grazing my ( Read more... )

Why do boys get to have all the fun? And why do girls have to feel more sensitive to things guys don't give a shit about?

I am not #2.

FUUUUUUUUUU

I have always tried to maintain an underlying, optimistic maybe even majestic surrealism in my life. Today is my birthday ( Read more... )

I miss having time to myself. Wait, that is not completely true. I also miss having intimate interactions with people. Recently, it has just been a lot of surface-skimming small talk and work-related rants. Bo-ring.

They were talking about small moments or dialogues or behaviors that somehow signified the "end." How do you identify them? Is it a retrospective thing, when you reminisce after the break up and are able to pinpoint the exact incident? Or is it something you realize as soon as it occurs?

Today is Sunday. This is what I did:

• woke up and checked gmail, Tumblr, FB
• ate nothing
• went to church 
• ate eggrolls + rice
• went on Tumblr