August 2009
11 posts
The weather is the weather on either side of the...
cakebeef:
She looked like you. Not in any particular way. Her carriage, the tilt of her head, style without flash, hair in need of washing. I watched her mouth as she talked stocks into some freakishly small cellular telephone. It wasn’t yours.
I had to hold my chest, my fingers pressing this way and that, reaching for the part that hurt.
There is physical discomfort in missing you, which...
“Absence diminishes mediocre passions and increases great ones, as the wind...”
– Francois de La Rochefoucauld (via cakebeef)
Rest/pause.
cakebeef:
You were looking for something. Food, maybe. An ink pen. A word on the tip of your tongue.
Maybe it was just an itch. A couple of eyeblinks. The silence before a commercial.
I am there, in all your brief pauses, in the air between your words.
I love you.
There is nowhere else I can be.
What would it take?
cakebeef:
Just tell me.
Tell me tell me tell me, please. Open up your mouth, not your fingertips or your inkwell. You know exactly where to find me 82% of the time and you know I’d drop everything and come running if you called me the other 18. I’m sitting here in cutoffs and a wifebeater watching Mad Men for the first time eating hummus off little faggy toast points and the fact that you’re...
Fuck.
cakebeef:
I can’t sleep to save my life. I can’t think of anything but your skin, your stinky hair and how much I absolutely and without question loved the shit out of you with every fiber of my being I hadn’t committed to reflexive humor or an antiquated and juvenile sense of survival.
For the first time in a long time I am living life like it still has possibility, like the road stretches...
Hmph.
cakebeef:
I went 21 days without reading your internet diary.
You forgot to forgive, and you offered no leeway for me to change.
I talked to my loveroommate for three hours tonight and all we covered is that I wanted to be the best for you.
These things take time, kiddo. A man can’t change the way he raised himself overnight. Finding one who wants to is like digging for that needle in the...
cakebeef:
Hey, you. This is exactly what I was...
“Like most people, I do not mean half of what I say and I cannot say half of what...”
– Nadine Gordimer (via audj) (via cakebeef)