December 2008
21 posts
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Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.
– Samuel Beckett
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Sometimes lonely hearts they just get lonelier.
– Rilo Kiley (via sleepanddream)
letters series 11/11
A— We cannot be our true self all the time so we construct these false selves. I wear nothing but feathers. You do not leave my bed.
letters series 10/11
A— After falling down stairs I sing a song in the backseat. The song was not about you but here I lie and say it was. I did not know you then but in the unconscious. You do not love yet or ever.
letters series 9/11
I— In winter, your hands touch my feet, tenderly. In summer, you move south. Still more southern. Still deeper down until—soon I will be following, but not on purpose, please know this.
letters series 8/11
J— I am in the bathroom throwing up. In this sense, I am empty now. If I fill myself with these drinks I feel still as empty. This is not an argument against drinking. This is an argument against you. How off-key you are humming that old song. How you mix my name and face with another.
letters series 7/11
Z— To tell you this: I hope we will meet near that empty field and on the radio a slow song I don’t know and soon after, your hands on the steering wheel and then my thigh.
letters series 6/11
F— Anything that interrupts your love or life is a problem. In this sense, everything I do is a problem.
letters series 5/11
R— I am not very confident in this letter but it is all I have so I’ll send it anyway.
letters series 3/11
M— A good woman will not want. Or will phone calls. This phone is ringing silent—the opposite of sound waves. A good woman will not wait up. A good woman will call after three days, if at all. A good woman forgets to wear panties. A good woman will make you come. Will play games fearlessly. Will not overstay her welcome.
letters series 2/11
S— Please don’t—I remember loving but vaguely—miss me. I think my insides are turning hard. Press here and feel—I got your letter. This is my return
letters series 1/11
M— This means nothing. I know. I know you don’t. I am empty with a small space. After you come. What happens next? I have my eyes shut.