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a little day-to-day (365) diary for the both of us -- for the things we want to forget, and the things we never, ever, want to lose. (Started 3rd August/13)
[ lily ]blue nights, lying in the backyard, crickets, soft sigh of traffic, "how we fucking got here", d. singing //michicant - bon iver//, heaven is so quiet, silent phone calls; you can't keep it in a jar
[ june ]opaque skies, the sun on half my face, laughter (so much laughter), being kissed, softly, for the first time, d. singing michicant over and over, singing //kiss me - sixpence none the richer//, "kiss me under the milky twilight", everything so thick and liquid with love and soft nostalgia, everything spilling over with possibility; nothing - nothing - hurts today [ lily ]scummy, ol' maths; love, love, love, si... aug 4 2013 ∞
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“I dream of lost vocabularies that might express some of what we no longer can.” — Jack Gilbert { words forgotten and words yet to be invented or written, that explain feelings we can never touch and never understand } -- Started 7th August/13 a dictionary of obscure sorrows
n. the strange wistfulness of used bookstores, which are somehow infused with the passage of time—filled with thousands of old books you’ll never have time to read, each of which is itself locked in its own era, bound and dated and papered over like an old room the author abandoned years ago, a hidden annex littered with thoughts left just as they were on the day they were captured
n. a kind of melacholic trance in which y... aug 7 2013 ∞
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breakfasts/brunch aug 19 2013 ∞
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