January 2011
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Can’t I just post a sentence, or a picture? Do I...
- Eric Gamalinda, on his Tumblr account. Eric Gamalinda. Follow your favorite Filipino poet now.
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Letters From China
Distance, distance, space. My days have been nothing but studies of distance, distance, space. However, this cheered me up big time. My lovely friend, Sarah, is an English teacher in China, and for one of her class exercises, she made her students write letters to me. Perhaps there is nothing in this world I love more than letters. Every book, every song, every movie, everything evocative of...
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Ex-Boyfriends | Kim Addonizio
They hang around, hitting on your friends or else you never hear from them again. They call when they’re drunk, or finally get sober, they’re passing through town and want dinner, they take your hand across the table, kiss you when you come back from the bathroom. They were your loves, your victims, your good dogs or bad boys, and they’re over you now. One writes a book in which...
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Everything is a Diary: Fake Moleskine...
I didn’t want to send you all a pure text deluge of this 10-day backlog so I made journal images instead. However, they’re too small to read on the dash. I hope some of you still read— some of these were particularly painful to write. I almost didn’t publish these. Ha. Anyway, thank you no matter what.
READ ALL HERE, loud and clear, like a heart.
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“No more knuckling under, groaning, moaning: one gets used to pain. This hurts....”
– The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via omfgitstabitha)
“Having to bother about work in order to eat & have a house hurts.” - is how I feel right now.
“So what. It’s about time.” is what I should aim for.
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Autobiography | Alfian Sa'at
Like most of us, I can’t remember how I was separated from my first love. (Did it die, did I break it, was it stolen Or did it fly out through the open window?) I didn’t have radio-tuning parents Who filled the house with music Or instilled in me “a love of the cinema”. I never recalled my mother coming home From the hairdressers’ with a new hairdo Or father teaching...
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