Feb 1, 2025
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Books Iv Read In 2017
Before We Were Strangers Renee Carlino 5/5
To the Green-eyed Lovebird: We met fifteen years ago, almost to the day, when I moved my stuff into the NYU dorm room next to yours at Senior House. You called us fast friends. I like to think it was more. We lived on nothing but the excitement of finding ourselves through music (you were obsessed with Jeff Buckley), photography (I couldn’t stop taking pictures of you), hanging out in Washington Square Park, and all the weird things we did to make money. I learned more about myself that year than any other. Yet, somehow, it all fell apart. We lost touch the summer after graduation when I went to South America to work for National Geographic. When I came back, you were gone. A part of me still wonders if I pushed you too hard after the wedding… I didn’t see you again until a month ago. It was a Wednesday. You were rocking back on your heels, balancing on that thick yellow line that runs along the subway platform, waiting for the F train. I didn’t know it was you until it was too late, and then you were gone. Again. You said my name; I saw it on your lips. I tried to will the train to stop, just so I could say hello. After seeing you, all of the youthful feelings and memories came flooding back to me, and now I’ve spent the better part of a month wondering what your life is like. I might be totally out of my mind, but would you like to get a drink with me and catch up on the last decade and a half? M
Puter!!! Play 'I Want Someone Badly" !!
I feel as though I am in a constant state of longing for no one in particular.
Jeff Buckley - “I Woke Up in a Strange Place”
I had me a ukulele lesson while I was on holiday.
Is it too soon to be a hipster ironically?
This is our last goodbye. I hate to feel the love between us die. But it’s over, just do this and then I’ll go. You gave me more to live for, more than you’ll ever know..
This is our last embrace. Must I dream and always see your face? Why can’t we overcome this wall? Well maybe baby its just because I didn’t know you at all…
Kiss me, please kiss me. Kiss out of desire baby not consolation. You know what makes me so angry is I know that in time I’ll only make you cry. This is our last goodbye.
Did you say no this can’t happen to me? Did you rush to your phone to call? Is that voice unkind in the back of your mind saying baby you didn’t know him at all?
Well the bells out in the church tower chime, burning clues into this heart of mine. Thinking so hard of her soft eyes and the memories offer signs that its over. Its over.
It was . . . so real
Dreaming of my old neighborhood(s) in New York City. Rolling over the past in my sleep, unconsciously in(ter)jecting new thoughts and experiences. In my dreams there is less concrete and more wood. The decay is still abundant.
After all the haze and horror of the 80s, the 90s was a time of hope, even among the rubble. Music, art, creativity, yoga and spirituality merged and emerged from the…
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Love is not a victory march, it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah.