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I'm turning into a sappy romantic, looking for a Sunday kind of love and all that.

The only time I saw the proverbial "Sunday" in my last relationship was from the other side of Saturday night, like a scene out of the fucking hipster olympics. I love you, baby. Let's put on our big sunglasses and nurse our hangovers together. Monday through ( Read more... )

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You came to my home and i laid my head in your lap and we listened to records while you stroked my hair. And even better- my face and neck. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back as far as it would go, wanting you to be able to touch every part of me at once. You did a genuinely admirable job of it, and you make me shy so i kept my eyes closed ( Read more... )

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Not too nice, not too idealistic ( Read more... )

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Last night i lay propped up in my bed, knitting a sweater and listening to The Downward Spiral on my iPod.  I have big speakers and a subwoofer and a house with some pretty bitchin' acoustics, but headphones seemed comforting and appropriate.
Some thoughts:

• Short of being the kind of woman that inspires a great song like Lover's Day, I will ( Read more... )

I woke up thinking that i would have done anything to see you, to be near you, to touch you and know that you're real, that you're alright.  I even reached for you, half-asleep out of pure habit, even though i was miles from where we used to call home.  Ironic how much you hate hearing about dreams, considering how profoundly this one featuring you ( Read more... )

"Somewhere someone is thinking of you. Someone is calling you an angel. This person is using celestial colors to paint your image. Someone is making you into a vision so beautiful that it can only live in the mind. Someone is thinking of the way your breath escapes your lips when you are touched. How your eyes close and your jaw tightens with ( Read more... )

I have been dating non-stop.  I own a home now.  I've put more miles on my bike.  I met a man that made me weak in the knees.  I failed a test that had no rules.  I sobbed for about half an hour, alone in my home, the one i own.  Heartbreak almost ruined a Saturday.  I refinished a table to occupy my hands.  I painted shelving to occupy my hands.  ( Read more... )

I missed the "Meaningful" prompt on audiography , but fully intended to write about "Young Folks" by Peter, Bjorn & John.

I was sitting in my mom's backyard a few weekends ago with my friend Patrick, when my iPod found "Young Folks."  I closed my eyes and told Patrick about lying on my couch when it was still just my apartment, singing that song to each ( Read more... )

Check out the audiography community. I think there's a few of you that read this that would totally enjoy writing for it and reading it. thanks to hopeleslove for turning me on to it.

My favorite song by The Dercemberists is “The Bagman’s Gambit.” I have had more fantasies than is really cool or appropriate about hearing that song live with the one I love ( Read more... )