conversations consisting of the kind of marks we make when we're trying to get a pen to work again

somewhat friends only: a means to hold me in, not keep you out.
comment to let me know who you are or I will not add you

This journal, friends, is dead. ofbirdsandwires is where I have been for a while, but I wasn't comfortable with lots of people knowing. I have my reasons. I might friend people who add it, and I might not (but I probably will).

I always said I would never do a friends cut, but...well, now I am. I don't feel comfortable writing in here lately and I'd rather have a handful of people reading who actually care about me (and vice versa). It's nothing personal, so please don't be offended. I'm sure you'll realise that we've never really made the effort to get to know each ( Read more... )

You are what you love, and not what loves you backAll day I thought I was lonely, was wearing it like a weapon, but I realise that I was just alone. This is the great distinction of my life, the thing that has had me reaching for door-frames as if the world was falling in on only me. This is what has ruined me ( Read more... )

taking a breath,
because my hands are empty and my mouth is dry &I do not know how to figure anything out.

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where I fold and unfold my left arm into November, my hair ( Read more... )

Bob fuckin' Dylan ( Read more... )

"For those who believe in God, most of the big questions are answered. But for those of us who can't readily accept the God formula, the big answers don't remain stone-written. We adjust to new conditions and discoveries. We are pliable. Love need not be a command or faith a dictum. I am my own God. We are here to unlearn the teachings of the ( Read more... )

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