Therapist:”you went back after that?”

Six-Word Memoirs on Love & Heartbreak

It never hurt as good again.
Love. Loss. Love lost. Stories gained.
You wouldn’t litter, but cheated plenty.
My mother warned me about you.
Boyfriend? In the nightstand with batteries.
He died. I lived. You came.
Manhattan presents countless options. It’s problematic.
Don’t worry. I’ll make myself come.
Hearts never look both ways first.
I loved the idea of you.
Will always follow you. On twitter.
I never said I wanted this.
He’s off heroin and crack – yay!
Soul mate found in grade nine gym.
You holding my hair, me puking.
I’m not marrying for love twice.
We met on Halloween. No costumes.
I trusted her forever. Good choice.
Good sex was all we had.
My mother died. You’re not her.
Waiting to forget your name again.
Forgot why I left; went back.
Butterflies still kicking after ten years.
He still needs me at sixty-four.
Marry me, boy, said the cougar.
In his smile I saw forever.
Still have hope. Maybe he’ll change.
You loved, lied, cheated, me too.
She wanted Gatsby. Got “Gets By.”
Therapist:”you went back after that?”
Said I pulled out, I lied.
Among your sexiest attributes: health insurance.
Loved them all, for a minute.
Unfortunately eight inches was not enough.
Sex. Three weeks from Thursday, OK?
He sees the me I don’t.
Love, unreturned is still worth feeling.
I love you but fuck you.
They all came before they left.
She owns my heart, always will.
Was a tramp; now a feminist.
It’s better when you’re the celebrity.
I searched him on Google. Nothing.
He lied, I cried, love died.
Diagnosis: Bipolar. He still loves me.
So this is me, getting out.
I’m too old for this shit.
Find, feel, fuck, forgive, forget. Fantastic.
No closet could hide this love.
Years of pillow talk. Blackberry breakup.
Everyone’s crazy except you and me.
Let’s live on an island together.
His fists loved me. He didn’t.
She broke my heart by e-mail.
Sorry, it was the Paxil talking.
We’ll break up before this prints.
Call me when you get home safely.
I’m your one that got away.
In hindsight, I’d still choose you.
I told you it affects me.
May I have the last dance?
I need a looser deadline, baby.

-from the book Six-Word Memoirs on Love & Heartbreak.

I think it takes quite a strong man to say, “My woman will always achieve more than I ever will, she will always have more power than I’ll ever have, and she will probably be more popular than I’ll ever be. And I don’t care.” And that, to me, is about as close to the definition of a man as I’ve ever gotten. –Rupert Friend on Prince Albert in The Young Victoria

gettin’ better, but wasn’t gettin’ younger

been hip a long time ago.

Allure; us

Today’s my birthday. This tiny villa feels a bit like the home in the valley back in California. I can almost see everything from the bed if I open my eyes and concentrate. The night stand to my left with a silver necklace and heart pendant. The night stand to your right with a gold watch resting. We don’t need time. I left my blackberry on a seat in the airline waiting area. You called me crazy. I called you needy. Today’s my birthday. Now we’re lying down on sheets in the sand. The sun is so hot. When it’s hot like this I’m able to smile. To laugh. I feel the heat through my skin. Touch yours so that you feel me. You can feel me when I’m like this.

I left the states for this sun. The premature dreams at a desk. I followed the warmth and it led me here in the sand. Eyes to the ocean.

You want to know when I’ll come back

I don’t know. Everything I thought I understood, I don’t

You want to know how I can do this. I have family, friends, I have you

I say it’s true. I say it’s also true that people are best friends. Then one day strangers

You want me to understand that you can’t imagine not knowing me.

Today’s my birthday. And it’s just us and the sun.

Save Me The Waltz

“‘THOSE GIRLS,’ PEOPLE SAID, ‘THINK THEY CAN DO ANY-
thing and get away with it.’
That was because of the sense of security they felt in their father.”

-Zelda Fitzgerald, first lines of Save Me The Waltz

“just carry on and keep working”

via lchecks

“this is some allure shit”

The Dream – Fancy

heard on 23rd

would you care to listen
to the sound of my heart?
it’s dark, more thank likely surrounded by chalk
from darts
that was thrown by my ex-girlfriend
now she’s the reason there wont be a next girlfriend.
-SLJ, from “Feeling Alright”

Untitled

Champagne glasses shattered across the floor.
Valet sensed the urgency.
Began to think about the ocean. You on the beach. The sounds, the waves, the cries of joy. Your forearms. Strength. Grip.
Where’s the car?
Are you happy now? You asked. You’ve used what you think love is, turned it into a self-portrait. Are you happy? All the success. You. Your words. You and your words. Before you go, tell me. Are you
happy?
I take in the ocean when I can. Aren’t people always searching for more?

Jade – It’s My Heart, Cookie EP

also

Jade – Beautiful Problems

SLJ put ya’ll on a while back.

download

transitioning into spring

via sartorialist

via legal sea foods subway advertising

foy vance – shed a little light

lchecks put me on.