Waking up and making a peanut butter and banana sandwich. Disassembling a dresser with Beginners playing from the bed. The tick of the AC coming on and off and the thrum, somewhere, of a plane out of La Guardia. Ten fingers, ten toes.
Today was a ten fingers, ten toes kind of day.
(Source: christinefriar)
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Caught in a cycle as follows: try to fit all the pieces in place, realize the pieces have nowhere to be placed, feel a sense of freedom, panic, start over. I like road trips, reading everything, making lists and drinking beer on front porches.
Writer, reader, journalist. 20.
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All these things I lived through—the strange and fugitive beauty of the desert and the mountains, the primitive realities, the sky and the sand, so easily dissolving in mysteries and visions. All the quiet common things of the earth I came to love, and the simple and useful human beings—life going on, going on.
— Ray Stannard Baker, American Chronicle
