Or just SJ.
Broken brain. Fractured heart. Killer smile. Wicked sense of humor.
In the face of the beautiful-awful-tragic-absurd-mundane-heartbreaking-impossible-wonderful,
all I can think to say is:
and even this...
“I record my life, sifting and trying to separate what is real from what I’ve dreamed. I have decided not to tell you what is fact versus what is unfact primarily because (a) I am giving you a portrait of the essence of me, and (b) because, living where I do, living in the chasm that cuts through thought, it is lonely… come with me, reader. I am toying with you, yes, but for a real reason. I am asking you to enter the confusion with me, to give up the ground with me, because sometimes that frightening floaty place is really the truest of all. Kierkegaard says, 'The greatest lie of all is the feeling of firmness beneath our feet. We are most honest when we are lost.' Enter that lostness with me. Live in the place I am, where the view is murky, where the connecting bridges and orienting maps have been surgically stripped away.”
— Lauren Slater
“I want to be remembered as the girl who always smiles even when her heart is broken, and the one that could always brighten up your day even if she couldn’t brighten her own.”
AIM: andeventhis
Email: andeventhis[at]aim[dot]com
ramblingsoflittlemissmoodswing:
Hi, I’m…
Strawberries/peaches/iced coffee season. A good book. Sleeping on freshly washed sheets. Outdoor concerts. Free outdoor concerts. Falling asleep on a sheet in the grass. Pinot grigio on a Brooklyn stoop. Cutting someones little joker (or ace) in spades.
Stand up comedy. Private jokes.
Touches on the small of my back. Hip hop. Boys of who love hip hop. Girls who love hip hop. My girls. Dilla. Scary movies. Being proud of my written word. Tattoos. Scars. Old friends becoming new friends. New friends becoming old friends. Rainy days and Law and Order Criminal Intent (Goren and Eams) marathons.
Intellectual conversation. Conversations about poop. Sleeping through the night. Superheroes. Unsolicited but perfect advice. Arroz sin pegado. Hector Lavoe. Quiet neighbors. Sleeping babies. The perfect cup of coffee. Laughter. A compliment. The perfect shade of pink. Smooth legs. Kisses on the jaw bone. Unexpected naps. Waking up to a sweet text. Free shit. Black and white photography.
Walking down the steps to find your train in the station. Waking up without a hangover. Finding money in an old sweatshirt. Finding something you thought you lost. Finding yourself in the unlikeliest of places. Being found. A good DJ. The perfect night. Ex boyfriends. Perfect slice of pizza. Writing a piece with no typos. Money in the bank. The perfect hug. The perfect kiss. The perfect joke. The perfect moment. The perfect pair of jeans.
The perfect t-shirt.
Sashi…Who are you?
We go together. All the way together.
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We go together. All
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smurfmatic said:
For a New Yorker, you sound Southern Belle-ish as hell.
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