Sunday, December 8, 2013
Tuesday, December 3, 2013
Friday, November 29, 2013
around dawn, she said “I hope I do right by you.
Love is a mix tape, Rob Sheffield
Thursday, November 28, 2013
blow out all the candles, blow out all the candles, you’re too old to be so shy, he says to me so I stay the night
Wednesday, November 27, 2013
cause I want you so much, but I hate your guts (II) (at Sala Apolo)
Sunday, November 24, 2013
People who see life as anything more than pure entertainment are missing the point.
Friday, November 22, 2013
The kick-drum thud when someone you’ve been bumping shoulders and knees with for weeks, close enough to an accident that it could have been an accident after all, finally touches you on purpose for the first time.
A guide to eating very particular feelings, part III
Sunday, November 17, 2013
There’s a certain pull to live what bits of life you can while there’s money in your pocket, because no matter how responsible you are you will be broke in three days anyway. When you never have enough money it ceases to have meaning. I imagine having a lot of it is the same thing.
Why I Make Terrible Decisions, or, poverty thoughts
Friday, November 15, 2013
Sometimes, with all my worrying and fretting about being late, being in the wrong place, is this the bus to France? I forget that I may in fact be in the right place at the right time doing the exact right thing.
How to Travel, by Jim Behrle, from An Experience Definitely Worth Allegedly Having