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I was sitting on the floor, surrounded by paint and old journals, and I opened up to a page with a quote from Henry Miller scribbled on it in yellow and pink watercolors...

No man would set a word down on paper if he had the courage to live out what he believed in.

I've been really quiet lately. I have been hanging out with Katie so much that I am ( Read more... )

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So, here are lots and lots and lots of photographs from when Stephanie visited. Sprinkled in are some photographs that Stephanie took and posted on her LiveJournal a few days ago, even though she and Katie both agreed that it would be tacky and annoying for us to post the same pictures around the same time, since we have a lot of the same ( Read more... )

Dad: Did we sell all the chairs?
Me: Did you catch any fishies?
Dad: I caught a couple little sharks.
Me: Delightful.

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Mira called me an apricot of love.

Anger never gave birth to eloquence, so I had been biting my tongue.

For a split second, last night, driving to Iceland seemed entirely possible. Make a left onto Six Forks and drive past the ocean.

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A man sending five hundred and ninety dollars to Senegal tells me that he sees me all the time and that I am quiet, where can he get a quiet girl like me? He likes quiet girls, he says, and then he pauses and says that it is because he is quiet, too. Do I have a boyfriend? Yes. Where can he get a quiet girl like me ( Read more... )

Tell me things, please.

Zack is back in town for a couple of weeks, and so I had a clunky telephone up to my ear and then my keys in the ignition and within minutes there was a salad in my hands we were talking about our lives on his family's back porch until I felt like walking and we shared a bottle of water and walked around the suburbs talking about feminism, anarchy ( Read more... )