Go after her. Fuck, don’t sit there and wait for her to call. Go after her because that’s what you should do if you love someone, don’t wait for them to give you a sign because it might never come. Don’t let people happen to you, don’t let me happen to you, or her, she’s not a fucking television show or tornado. There are people I might have loved had they gotten on the airplane or run down the street after me or called me up drunk at four in the morning because they need to tell me right now and because they cannot regret this and I always thought I’d be the only one doing crazy things for people who would never give enough of a fuck to do it back or to act like idiots or be entirely vulnerable and honest and making someone fall in love with you is easy and flying 3000 miles on four days notice because you can’t just sit there and do nothing and breathe into telephones is not everyone’s idea of love but it is the way I can recognize it because that is what I do. Go scream it and be with her in meaningful ways because that is beautiful and that is generous and that is what loving someone is, that is raw and that is unguarded, and that is all that is worth anything, really.

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Writer?

The express train blurred the faces of all the passengers. Judy stood on the platform waiting for the subway to stop. As it slowed every panel window revealed an imaged of a delicate, rumpled thing, the dry pastel a caked reminder of Greensboro Park buried behind the procession of the wild city. She was vaguely aware of a boy behind her, but the sliding door closed and she was gone.—from an unnamed short story by peter an

 I feel like I’ve gone so far away from how I used to write. Things are now sharper, less magical. The ideal and the long hair of a young boy with summer skin recedes every year. I wonder what I’ll write about next year. If by 50 everyone has the face that they deserve, I hope my writing will deserve the same. And it’ll be beautiful. 

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Toshiro Mifune

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Gettin’ Shacked

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Fidel Castro photographed by Romano Cagnoni. Chile, 1972

are you a visionary 

The Real Hard Choice 

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It only takes a few sweet notes for someone to instantly recognize a love song. 

Three notes are all that’s needed to realize a love song.

Three notes and it’s a love song.

Three notes; love song.

Give me the lightbox and I will show you everything there is to see. 

Never Let Me Go

What should happen when the structured walls holding a simple life, a cat and mouse game, come bolstering down. Will I be brave enough to follow what compels me, to leave what comforts me, and to learn all there is to know? I’d like to think that there is adventure out there. It’s a warm thought, heroic to a point and where I’ll emerge the winner to everything I’ve ever dreamed of. But I know. The real adventure is a struggle. It is the hungry and battled reach of human life that enables a person to see the glimpse of heaven. 

When there are things I quickly discover, and the knowledge profoundly reduces a loving ideal of mine, those are things I love the most. There are those I see daily with a life pattern that is not difficult to judge. A routine, a lock of hair tucked behind the same ear, over weeks and months become almost as predictable as the weather. It’s really funny, to see someone stuck behind a wall of predicability. But I do not go out of my way for spontaneity. I only am a willing participant to the curiosity that compels me. I can’t see any further than the next person, but I have a vision and sometimes that’s more powerful than all of it. 

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Kansas City Chiefs’ Quarterback Len Dawson having a cigarette & a bottle of Fresca after losing the very first Super Bowl  in 1967 this man gave zero fucks

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