#words #aristotle
“The drink made past happy things contemporary with the present, as if they were still going on, contemporary even with the future as if they were about to happen again.”
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender is the Night
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You slept on a bed two walls away without saying goodnight.
There were two doors between us.
Getting ready, you were sure to open yours and lock mine.
You returned my button up by hanging it up somewhere i’d find
and left through the backdoor—
refuge kept in space and among friends.
I sit alone with this house to myself feeling the tremors i fear,
locked out of the middle ground wondering about the vestiges of something almost intimate.
(for further clarification see: The Bed Song)
@1 month ago with 1 noteAn adhesive bandage hugs my thumb to hold my flesh together.
Skintone camouflage hides that I’m falling apart.
Retaining human airs despite what lies beneath.
The little death needs room to breathe, lest it spread.
So please release my wounds from your embrace,
little headless tan man.
(hint: it’s the same as last year, hopefully I get it right this time)
@4 months ago
Ernest Hemingway once won a bet by crafting a six-word short story, that can make people cry. Here it is.
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Photograph by Andrew Burton/Getty.
You slept on a bed two walls away without saying goodnight.
There were two doors between us.
Getting ready, you were sure to open yours and lock mine.
You returned my button up by hanging it up somewhere i’d find
and left through the backdoor—
refuge kept in space and among friends.
I sit alone with this house to myself feeling the tremors i fear,
locked out of the middle ground wondering about the vestiges of something almost intimate.
(for further clarification see: The Bed Song)
(hint: it’s the same as last year, hopefully I get it right this time)
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