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Love,
~MQ

Without my noticing it, the layer of ice around my heart has cracked a little. I've been alone and content without realizing, too.

I finished Gone With the Wind last night after spending ten years in that lovely bitter world. I learned so much more than I expected... I highly recommend it, especially to y'all Georgians ( Read more... )

redertai asked me these.

1. Describe one picture you take with you wherever you go.I have a polaroid that was somehow double-exposed. The first image is of Ross's face, the second is of my own, and they overlap. It's beautiful and it haunts me. It fell out of the book I was reading on the fire escape a couple days ago, and I had to climb down into the ( Read more... )

If you leave a comment asking me to interview you, I'll give you five questions to answer in your journal. Orlum asked me these.

1. What is your greatest fear?
Torture and amputation. If I get into it I'll have nightmares!

2. If you had to spend the rest of your life in any one city, without the opportunity to visit anywhere else, where would you ( Read more... )

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Your mother sent from France a cloth bag, heavy with jewelry, and turned my morning into a queen's morning:


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Stacy and I are both sunburned from laying on the roof.
Lilacs and bottles of white wine on top of the refrigerator.
Reading Salinger aloud.
Bob Dylan.
Falling asleep on the red couch in my linen skirt with a chalice (made by my mother) of wine in my hands.
Tiny black ants crawling over my desk.
The feeling of heat, radiating off my body.

I've let my brain tell my body where to go and what to do for a while. It's been interesting. Stimulating ( Read more... )

Turmoil of sorts, and mostly pleasant for a change.

Simon and I walked back across the Brooklyn Bridge at sunset, after sleeping on my livingroom floor together (why?) and the first weekend of spring break turned into one of those infamous one-long-day things that I used to know about so well ( Read more... )

I AM GOING TO ESCAPE INTO THE DESERT BY MOTORCYCLE.
I WILL LEAVE MY HEART IN NEW YORK
AND NOT COME BACK UNTIL I HAVE FORGOTTEN THE FEELING,
UNTIL I BECOME THE GHOST-CHILD OF PALE WIND
AND THE BITTER LOVE OF ICY WESTERN STARS RUNS FERAL IN MY BLOOD.