February 2009
“Seth: So when you lost your virginity, I was playing Magic the Gathering.
Ryan:...”
– I miss the OC
January 2009
“Colleges being nothing but grooming schools for the middleclass non-identity...”
– Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums
“Most of us, no matter what we say, are walking in the dark, whistling in the...”
– James Baldwin
Wednesday
He seldom opens his mouth. He has this kind of wry smile that rarely moves; a kind of slight upward curve of the lips that lets words slip out once in a while, purposely. That wry, slight upward curve of his lips: that don’t speak unless spoke to, or express numerous syllables.
Tuesday
You are the sway of the night, the lull of text along a page, the scribble of a day gone by. You are the sting of disappointment and the craze of whispers carried through a crowd, the shifting of tectonic plates and sunrises on rooftops.
You, are completely and utterly real.
“The only true currency in this bankrupt world is what you share with someone...”
– Lester Bangs, Almost Famous
“I am going to marry my novels and have little short stories for children.”
– Jack Kerouac (via homecoming)
"Dear"
I thought it was nice the poem you wrote, I mean. Piecing together all the things I wish I had the words to say; you wrote them so eloquently. This response feels inadequate in comparison to the essence of running wolves in the air and the DNA in your body and the look in my eyes when I read what you wrote. Thanks, I guess. It really was nice.
“Why?
Isn’t it gorgeous?”
– Dave Eggers, A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius
“Anybody who says they are a good liar obviously is not, because any legitimately...”
– Chuck Klosterman
“When you understand that what you’re telling is just a story. It...”
– Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters
“Of the light in my room:
Its mood swings,
Dark-morning glooms,
Summer...”
– “Secret History”- Charles Simic
“I’ll love you forever.”
I was thinking that everything I say doesn’t matter too much, because one day all those words will become obsolete, just like me. But then again, I remembered all the things I have ever heard that have stayed with me thus far and I realized: I would rather be punched than blindly insulted, because those words will go with me to the grave, or wherever I go...