June 2011
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“One of the oddities of human discourse, when we stop to think about it, is the...”
– Margot Livesey, in her introduction to the fall 2002 edition of Ploughshares. (via Alexandra)
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Charlotte: Today will be a productive day. Books, Internet (in unison): No it won’t.
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The previous night I wriggled toward him and he splayed his fingers over my pubic bone. I closed my eyes for a moment. “We should travel somewhere,” I said, breathing, moving my head on my pillow. “Yes,” he replied. He started to list out loud the places he wanted to go but I wasn’t listening: The hope of it was already swelling in me, fuelling a dream.
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I shake myself free under certain peoples hands, like a dog after a swim. I toss my inhibitions off as though they are drops of water.
May 2011
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That’s such a sorry feeling, isn’t it though? Wanting someone to talk to and not being able to think of anyone. Perhaps it’s just me, I get lonely very easily. I’ve been feeling vulnerable. Maybe there’s no ground to it. “I don’t know how to say that I feel alone,”. “Just get it out. You know that I am listening,”.
