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When I was younger, I always thought it was your house that was your home, but to tell you the truth, I've never felt more at home than when I'm with you.

All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.

I'm afraid I'm running in the opposite direction.

I heard of a man
who says words so beautifully
that if he only speaks their name
women give themselves to him.

If I am dumb beside your body
while silence blossoms like tumours on our lips
it is because I hear a man climb the stairs
and clear his throat outside our door.

- Leonard Cohen.

Winter hasn't even started and I'm already tired. I used to enjoy the cold nights sitting on the side of the road, watching my breath form in the air as I recited poems in my head, but now I find that I don't even have time for myself anymore. I could write you a report on Freud's psychosexual stages, or what effects weaning your kids too earlier ( Read more... )

I want to make the history books.

I can't seem to stop listening to "Suspicious Minds" whilst sipping hot coffee from half-cleaned mugs and scrawling bad teenage poetry on crumpled up napkins. This is what autumn has reduced me to and I can't decide if I like it or not. I hope the winter has big city art museums and old war movies in mind because I seem to have run out of things to ( Read more... )