October 2010
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I leaned over the window, letting cool air fan the heat on my face. I could smell the alcohol on my skin, could feel my tongue heavy in my mouth. My heart ached in a way that it hadn’t for days, and when I felt his hand rest on my shoulder, gentle, soothing words urging me to step away from the window, I began to cry. “What’s wrong?” he asked, concern etched on his...
“[He] learned to laugh, and I learned to cry.”
– Mary Lennox, The Secret Garden (1993)
September 2010
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08
He got in the car. I looked at him briefly before concentrating on the road. It was dark, predictably, because it was still 3 AM and I remembered to put on my glasses. As I drove I felt his hand on my leg—a bittersweet distraction. “Hey Pa,” he said. I didn’t say anything. Not because I didn’t know what to say, or was too nervous to say it—I didn’t know how to say everything at once. It was...
August 2010
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08
I stood by the door, my fingers playing with metal keys as I shifted my weight from one foot to another. It wasn’t like I needed my keys anyway, since the front door of my building was always open, thanks to the countless break-ins that left the lock as useless as the intercom system beside it.
He stood in front of me, awkward and shy, his hands stuffed into his pockets. He...
July 2010
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07
He didn’t ask me to join him and didn’t have to. Before going in we shared the exhaustion of keeping up with each other and relief of endorphins for forty-five minutes. He threw his shirt on the ground and walked to the bank. Instinctively I followed, not remembering how pathetic my body was compared to his.
Moonlight splashed our reflections against the rippled water. It was midnight and we were...
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I used to make calendars. I enjoyed the process of tracing perfectly straight lines, writing in perfectly round letters the name of months and days, color-coding seasons to make my life easier. My favorite part was making the month of my birthday, and on the 30th day, writing in big, bold letters: MY BIRTHDAY!
That changed over the years. I became less eager. The point of saying “Happy...
“You know you’re in love when you can’t fall asleep because reality is finally...”
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06
We were in a small patio room, too small to accommodate twelve charged and sexually frustrated teenagers with time to kill. I stood next to the quietest one, a shy girl who in the muggy room looked crabbier by every uncomfortable second.
The proximity we shared excited and annoyed me. I was just as sexually frustrated as everyone else and being so close to people who shared my main problem...
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06
We lay in my bed, stripped to our underwear. We didn’t even bother looking at each other, didn’t bother trying to sneak peeks and try to do anything inappropriate. We were stagnant, like the kind of water where a mosquito leaves their spawn in. It was just too hot to be clothed, too hot to move, too hot to fuck. Not that we fucked. Our attempts were laughable at best, disastrous...
“It hurts to love someone and not be loved in return, but what is the most...”
– Unknown
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05
He sat on a chair, ceramic coffee cup held by both hands. Against the wane light of winter the pallor of his skin made the dark circles under his eyes more noticeable than they usually were. His beautiful hair was in disarray. His leather jacket was ripped on the right sleeve. There were specks of blood on the white V-neck he wore underneath.
“Are you a fucking idiot? Honestly?”
I...
“You see, I take the parts that I remember and stitch them back together to make...”
– Richard Siken
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After a while, you forget. Or maybe, it’s not exactly forgetting, but attempting to live life without having to look back. It’s more of a moving forward instead of a moving on; you remember the past but you can’t allow yourself to dwell on it anymore because it only causes you pain, and you know that you will never be able to forget the memories you’ve made with that...
“Suffer what there is to suffer, enjoy what there is to enjoy.”
– Nichiren Daishonin
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04
You were just a boy and she was the girl who wasn’t from your dreams because when you were ten and told repeatedly that you were at fault for being different, you didn’t dream anymore, no. You were forced to go on family outings to a lake flanked by mountains. You sneaked up trails that led to mountain peaks and stared at flying birds produced by trees. In a moment, in an instant, you...
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04
The TV was the only source of light in my room. The darkness that surrounded me—pitch black in all the corners, ghostly light reflecting on my face courtesy of the show I was pretending to watch—pressed down on me, a heavy weight, keeping me glued to the couch with the giant pint of ice cream in my hands. My cheeks were wet with tears I no longer bothered to wipe away, and every...
“In vain, I have struggled.”
– Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice
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03
“Whatever. If that’s what you want to do, then do whatever.” I stood and grabbed my shirt off the coffee table. Not bothering to put it on I headed to the door. “Wait,” he said. I didn’t. “Wait” he said again, inches away from me.
Two frail hands crossed themselves over my chest like a fleshy target sign. I wanted to extricate myself, to pry his hands off me and walk through the door without as...
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03
The movie finished. I wanted to get out of the theater as quickly as possible, the goosebumps on my flesh the driving force that made me eager to get out from the air conditioned rooms to the summer humidity that waited outside. He didn’t mind at all as I dodged human bodies that rushed to bathrooms and waited for friends. He followed close behind. It would have been easier had we been...
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02
Her new haircut didn’t match her fierceness. Five-foot one, 110-pounds, and platinum blonde, she was a walking contradiction anyway, so nothing about her matched her personality. But her hair now cropped to the length of her nape made her look tame… safe, and (ironically applicable) castrated, like a sweet kindergarten teacher. Or a mom.
“Urgh, it looks horrible,” she said as we crossed the...
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“It’s the tragedy of loving, you can’t love anything more than something you...”
– Jonathan Foer
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“Look,” he said, holding my hand tightly in his, his thumb rubbing tiny circles into my skin, “my parents are crazy. My whole family is crazy. They’re going to say things about you and you won’t understand.”
“Obviously,” I interjected, unable to help the way my eyes rolled in annoyance. “I don’t speak Chinese.”
He stopped to...
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“So,” I turned on my phone and fidgeted with the settings. He looked at his phone. But as usual, he didn’t fidget. He never fidgeted. He texted someone and calmly placed the phone on the table. The clink of hard plastic on metal table seemed a lot louder than it should.
I felt every second pass me by and with it, the possibility of his coming with me to watch Avatar. Alone. Just the two of us. I...
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“At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet.”
– Plato | (via Star of the Sea) (via quote-book)
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I hadn’t thought about him in a while. Actually, that’s a blatant lie. But I tell it to myself to feel a little less pathetic than I actually am—I mean, it’s not every day we get dumped after confessing our love, right? Right. So, even though I had thought about him almost every hour (and every minute and every second) of every day, I pretended I hadn’t. Because...
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So this is our community’s first post and we would include detailed information on what our followers could expect but… we aren’t exactly sure what that will be.
Expect words. Talks of unrequited love. Rants about work and friends. Snarky social commentary and general recklessness.
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We aren’t quite sure what this is going to have yet.
We just know it will have words. And lots of them.