Carnation

"I lust for your smile, spread open like an old flower, and your eyes, blue moons, and your chin, ever stubborn, and what can I do with this memory? Shake the bones out of it? Defoliate the smile? Stub out the chin with cigarettes? Take your face and squeeze my foot into it when all the while my heart is making a museum? And I don’t know, don’t know, if we belong together or apart, except that my soul lingers over the skin of you." - Anne Sexton

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On my way

My heart is drumming in my chest so hard it aches, but it’s the good kind of ache, like the feeling you get on the first real day of autumn, when the air is crisp and the leaves are all flaring at the edges and the wind smells just vaguely of smoke — like the end and the beginning of something all at once.

Lauren Oliver

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In the Woods

I felt like lying down by the side of the trail and remembering it all. The woods do that to you, they always look familiar, long lost, like the face of a long-dead relative, like an old dream, like a piece of forgotten song drifting across the water, most of all like golden eternities of past childhood or past manhood and all the living and the dying and the heartbreak that went on a million years ago and the clouds as they pass overhead seem to testify (by their own lonesome familiarity) to this feeling.

Jack Kerouac, Dharma Bums

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Thank you Bruce!

1000 years of happiness

No one is ever really alone. You are part of everything alive.

William S. Burroughs

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photos of me by Stella

I would like to thank my friend Stella for adding so much love to our sunroom