I love brown hair and tiny fingers. I love electric guitars and shy violinists. I love twin sisters and loud drunks, especially when it's a twin sister that's loud and drunk. I love post-rock bands. I love post-rock bands with punk influences. I love girls who are the best friends of boys, and the odd but amazing dynamic that is born because of ( Read more... )

It was a slow-motion rat race of spinning camera angles and close-ups of our faces. My fists clenched and my suitcases were lined up like soldiers behind me. Her hair fell in her face as she screamed at me with eyelids stiff and make up caking. Her string of pearls around her neck, my sneakers beneath old jeans: the weapons of our choice. Her ( Read more... )

Once, we sat on my roof and looked out over the sea of houses. What stretched out before us was row after row of roofs, all the same color. In the distance, the silhouettes of the city skyscrapers stuck up like a weed. Behind everything the sky was painted a gloomy gray from clouds and smog. It was a perfect example of the spread of mankind. I ( Read more... )