Wake up naked drinking coffee

26. five foot one. southern roots, boston' livin.

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+ i love her words

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Come with every wound and every woman you’ve ever loved; every lie you’ve ever told and whatever it is that keeps you up at night. Every mouth you’ve punched in, all the blood you’ve ever tasted. Come with every enemy you’ve ever made and all the family you’ve ever buried and every dirty thing you’ve ever done; every drink that’s burnt your throat and every morning you’ve woken with nothing and no one. Come with all your loss, your regrets, sins, memories, black outs, secrets. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than you. - w.s.

+ for m.

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+ forget me not

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Cabell Tice: added to my sunday morning playlist

On March 14, 2012, three Berklee Musicians: Manasseh David Israel, Marny Proudfit, and Cabell Tice performed at Number Six during our weekly Coffee Hours. Th...

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“So fine was the morning except for a streak of wind here and there that the sea and sky looked all one fabric, as if sails were stuck high up in the sky, or the clouds had dropped down into the sea.”

| Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse

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+ too good

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+ can I have him? dressed just like that?

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+ colors and charm

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"Be yourself. Especially, do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as perennial as the grass"

Desiderata

by Max Ehrmann Read by Tom Hiddleston

Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even the dull and the ignorant; they too have their story. 

Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter; for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. 

Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time. Exercise caution in your business affairs; for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals; and everywhere life is full of heroism. 

Be yourself. Especially, do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as perennial as the grass. 

Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. 

You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. 

Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be, and whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.

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there is always somebody in the other room who wonders what you are doing there without them.

- charles bukowski

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+ tea and short stories when i cannot sleep

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Look, let’s give it up. Let’s just lay around and make love and take walks and talk a little. Let’s go to the zoo. Let’s look at animals. Let’s drive down and look at the ocean. It’s only 45 minutes. Let’s play games in the arcades. Let’s go to the races, the Art Museum, the boxing matches. Let’s have friends. Let’s laugh. This kind of life like everybody else’s kind of life: it’s killing us.

Charles Bukowski, Post Office

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+ impatiently awaiting march 7th.

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Tomer Hanuka's "Perfect Storm" New York Times Cover -- love.

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Doubts

i want to kiss you the way your lips pout when you're focused the lighting lays softly as your eyes do, on me i don't even have to ask "take me away from here" your words take me far enough i want to kiss you the way you make me reach out my heart longs for these moments my mind, of course, with its doubt.

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This.

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Hand Movements

i watch your hands moving across the table drawing out stories of your life to me a stranger i promise i am listening but my thoughts are on your hands will they share stories with me that you cannot say aloud, the things you keep hidden beneath your fingertips that will trace the lines and edges of who i am or have become, once we've spilled out enough words?