No wonder the moon in the window seems to have drifted out of a love poem that you used to know by heart.
Billy Collins, "Forgetfulness."
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No wonder the moon in the window seems to have drifted out of a love poem that you used to know by heart.
Billy Collins, "Forgetfulness."

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I’m just a sucker for those
good old fashioned
encounters
with strangers
you meet
by accident.
The chalk-brushed feet of my pauses scrape
a white lettered inquiry
onto the pavement of our interactions:
What do you want from me?
Hardship brings us closer to truth, and thus is more difficult to bear, but from it alone comes compassion. And so I've told the world that it can do what it wants with me during this trip if only, by the end, I have learned something more. A bargain then. The journey, my teacher.”
Kira Salak

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My first kiss: the summer we turned sixteen,
under the road, just after the place where
the rapids became safe.
But it wasn't real.
Two weeks before summer ended
in the parking lot I hugged
my new best friend goodbye.
If we'd never kissed,
I'd remember him,
green eyes laughing, tossing
a smile back over
his shoulder, pedaling away
on a new, black mountain bike.
Fireworks
burst through silver chain link fence,
fly over two dumpsters in the
middle of a crowd.
A collection of moments
our hearts tried to beat with
the colors in the sky.
I forgot how this apartment,
half-empty, echoes like a cavern.
How, a year ago tonight, I slept
on a bed made from the boxes
of clothes I'd carried out the front door of my
red-brick childhood home and up
this flight of orange carpeted stairs.
That first night, a short, borrowed, lamp
cast a ghostly circle on my ceiling.
I forgot how happy we were that first
night, how even after hours of cleaning I
couldn't stop smiling. It took hours and hours
for me to finally sleep. I wonder
if whoever comes after us, will be happy
like that. Now, alone in our once again
half-empty apartment,
I'm already homesick-
for this place that I love,
and the girl that I was.
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Maybe
someday
I'll make peace
with the fact that my heart,
like my hair,
kind of does
what it wants.
An entity swayed by
its moods and thoughts,
utterly ungovernable.
Your blog is just perfect. Im a bit sad right now and all of the quotes and meaningful pictures you have posted are just perfect. Thank you for existing
Hugs. Feel you on the bit sad. Hope things start looking up.
Are you a troll? Because you said its YOUR bridge, so I guess you're a troll.
I wish. That would be badass as hell. Just a girl who hangs out under bridges, listening to traffic and water. Shit writers do I guess.
This.
Sometimes you see the sun set on something you want very, very badly, and reach through the night, to find it gone. Sometimes it takes a while to notice the sunrise again.

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Gem Lake at Rocky Mountain National Park #colorado
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Add this view to the list of things currently making me ridiculously homesick.
Yeah so this got a genuine laugh.
My grandfather got suspended from Catholic school for referring to Jesus Christ and the twelve apostles as J.C. and the Boys.