the frames - lay me down
-the passing weather. the men at the alcohol rehab building across the way still have their windows shut.
-people are yelling outside. i hate that. not because it bothers me but because it’s in a language i still don’t understand and i never know when people are just drunk or if maybe possibly they are in trouble.
love + money
i keep seeing them together around town.
You’re a rarity, an object of beauty, an object of price. — Henry James, The Golden Bowl
So I’m just thinking about it, how you can go in with $600, more like $1,000, and how you can come out with an old shirt. — Lydia Davis, “Break it Down”
when i underline, i feel like i’m sewing my name in my underwear or picking through some shells at the beach saying mine mine mine.
queen myeongseong/amadala
There was something he’d done: let the hens out or left the hose on or lied and lied and lied till it was sad and true. She made him and his sons forget how to grow beards.
dumping leaf litter on my floor makes home a little bit more tolerable
koop - come to me
i stayed home all loser-like today writing lesson plans on correlative conjunctions and doing french conjugations while a stolen version of that swedish movie about vampires fuzzed in the background.
tomorrow i will groove like a fool to this song while reading lydia davis on the subway because i will have shit to do. i’m going to have some coffee and a sunday out of enjoyment rather than necessity.
thanks for the international shipping policy veganessentials.com. thanks for sending me practical things and delicious treats.
the beaches all closed - no kids
i could just die darling
