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walk through this with me.
"She addressed her world honestly, searching for something deserving of the volumes of love she knew she had within her."
bon iver at sasquatch. i may or may not have cried. so perfect.
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“It’s okay if no one believes like you, all experience is unique, no one has the same synapses, can’t think like you, for this be relieved, keeps things interesting, life’s magic things in reach, and it doesn’t mean you aren’t connected, and the community is not present, just take the perspective you get from being one person in one head and feel the effects of it.
Take silence and respect it.”
how to be alone, by tanya davis. film by andrea dorfman.
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At 7:35 A.M, you lay your tired body on mine
before peeling off, like a slow band-aid.
At 8:40 you sprint home and make instant coffee.
At 9:45 we finally drink it, cold.
I finish your leftover half.
By 10:50 you are already breathless.
I live for every time we overlap.
When 11:55 comes I spend the entire minute convincing you to stay.
You never do.
By noon I put my hands on your shoulders and say, “Baby,
you’re getting thin. All this running in circles and barely sitting down to eat.”
At 1:05 you tell me that while you were gone,
15,300 babies were born.
At 2:10 you don’t say a word,
just come in and kiss me for sixty seconds straight.
At 3:15 we sit quiet, listening to rain falling everywhere
in the world at once: all 15,000 tons.
At 4:20 we pull a little from the tight joint I keep behind your ear.
You do not inhale.
At 5:25 you meet me for happy hour.
My neck already salted, a lime wedged in my teeth,
a shot of tequila sitting on the bar.
At 6:30 I hear the ticking.
I count your heartbeat like seconds between thunderclaps.
By 7:35 I can see you in the distance,
each second a tease until you drape over me.
We always love quick and you never let me hold you.
I dream of drinking you through a straw.
At 8:40 you watch my beard grow 0.00027 of an inch.
At 9:45 we do not speak.
Too many people have died since we last met.
At 10:50 we pray for a meteor,
at least a clumsy kid to spill sugar in our gears.
11:55 is my favorite.
We’re only apart for mere minutes.
But at midnight you’ll apologize sixty times
because it will always be like this.
At 1:04 AM I am already sleeping.
It’s exhausting loving someone
who is constantly running away.
before peeling off, like a slow band-aid.
I finish your leftover half.
I live for every time we overlap.
You never do.
you’re getting thin. All this running in circles and barely sitting down to eat.”
15,300 babies were born.
just come in and kiss me for sixty seconds straight.
in the world at once: all 15,000 tons.
You do not inhale.
My neck already salted, a lime wedged in my teeth,
a shot of tequila sitting on the bar.
I count your heartbeat like seconds between thunderclaps.
each second a tease until you drape over me.
We always love quick and you never let me hold you.
I dream of drinking you through a straw.
Too many people have died since we last met.
at least a clumsy kid to spill sugar in our gears.
We’re only apart for mere minutes.
because it will always be like this.
It’s exhausting loving someone
who is constantly running away.
Megan Falley, What The Hour Hand Said To The Minute Hand
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