December 2011
24 posts
“This is the thing: When you hit 28 or 30, everything begins to divide. You can...”
– Relevant magazine (via charliebravo)
A Garden
There’s an ancient, ancient garden that I see sometimes in dreams, Where the very Maytime sunlight plays and glows with spectral gleams; Where the gaudy-tinted blossoms seem to wither into grey, And the crumbling walls and pillars waken thoughts of yesterday. There are vines in nooks and crannies, and there’s moss about the pool, And the tangled weedy thicket chokes the arbour dark and cool: In...
Love Poem
It’s so nice to wake up in the morning all alone and not have to tell somebody that you love them when you don’t love them any more.
Richard Brautigan
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