December 2010
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The Diagram →
I’d like to write things.
I now react to being honked at
the same way my dad does. If I weren’t so small and un-intimidating I would have gotten out and started a fight. I blame being traffucked every day for two hours.
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“Didn’t I tell you,” answered Mr Beaver, “that she’d made...”
– The Lion The Witch and The Wardrobe
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on the necessity of sadness by mikael de lara co
littlewhitebird:
Let me tell you about longing. Let me presume that I have something new to say about it, that this room, naked, its walls pining for clocks, has something new to say about absence. Somewhere the crunch of an apple, fading sunflowers on a quilt, a window looking out to a landscape with a single tree. And you sitting under it. Let go, said you to me in a dream, but by the time...