from The Painted Drum by Louise Erdrich
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Listen to the music
When I hear Broken Social Scene, I’m 19, pining after a singer. I’m swinging by his house and telling no one.
When I hear Andrew Bird, I’m driving through western Lane County, chatting up farmers and small-town folk, with a brown-eyed boy whose skinny arms I want to hold me.
When I hear MGMT, I’m riding in the passenger seat of Jeep Grand Cherokee, headed southbound in the early morning. I have the mayor on the phone. The blond bombshell on my left is drumming his fingers against the steering wheel.
When I hear Edward Sharpe, I’m in love with a six-four lad. I’m imagining a home whenever I’m with him. I’m waiting on a future that never comes.
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I have high hopes that I will soon have a dream porch to call my own. Everyone needs a covered outdoor space to drink coffee, sip cider, read, eat a late dinner, have deep conversations, be quiet and watch the rain. This I believe.
(via nights-in)
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A lot has happened in only two days of this work week. But I’m trying to remember the sweet weekend that was:
I stocked up on groceries, did a lot of cooking, cleaned my apartment, ran errands in the rain, chilled in my cozy living room, got dressed up, had some great cabbies, admired the city lights from the 30th floor, urban-camped with the new air mattress, vegged with The Bachelor, met a crazy dance lady, wore a leotard, cooked chicken noodle soup from scratch, read “Just Kids” and woke early on Monday.
All good, no bad. I love that. -
Deep thought of the week:
Attraction, in all forms, is completely illogical.
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(Source: crymysun, via iheartclassics)
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I’m most scared of doing to someone else what you did to me.
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"Sleep is still most perfect, in spite of hygienists, when it is shared with a beloved. The warmth, the security and peace of soul, the utter comfort from the touch of the other, knits the sleep, so that it takes the body and soul completely in its healing."
D. H. Lawrence, Sons and Lovers (via bookmania)
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