Calling You Out

“Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn't stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams. And you weren't having any of those. ”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

Among Tattered Pages

"Awkward moments reveal the truth. You can't have a truly awkward moment without your heart on your sleeve, because it's the dropping of that wall between two people. Anothers eyes at an awkward moment are the most beautiful things in existence. I live for awkward moments with you." (3-1-07)


I found this scribbled in capital letters in an old journal of mine from 2007. I remember the evening, sitting with Cameron at Olive Garden and explaining to him that the walls were the color of awkwardness. He snatched my journal when I was in the restroom, and wrote this before I returned.

A small treasure from a lost life.

Hey YOU!

A fool knows the price of everything and the value of nothing.

Franklin & Bash

So Very True...

Opportunity is missed by most people because it is dressed in overalls and looks like work. ~Thomas Edison

Stolen...

What are our reasons to stay alive
random tasks or nine to five
unprovable theories, facts, obsessions,
deep minutiae, shallow lessons
ironic humour with sporadic timing
acting dumb or occasionally miming
do what you would have done anyway
believe what you will then do as I say...

Someone Who Gets It.

"So here's to you social life (as I hold up an empty bottle toasting God who just shed his grace on me in the form of an infant son fast asleep) you used to mean a lot to me, but now? You've lost your luster. I will long for these days of social divide, where my friends separated from me just enough so that I could see how much being a Friday-Night-Nobody makes me the someone I've always wanted to be." 

-This Wise Mother, I could learn a lot from her-

...Power...

I've been on a bit of a Fleetwood Mac kick the past few days. I've always loved their lyrics and the raw passion behind their music. Lovers won and relationships lost. Friendships broken and betrayals. It's all the allure of daytime TV soap operas without the unexplained resurrections and family feuds.

I don't know what it is about their music that balances me. Maybe it's because it reminds me of my Sophomore year of college when I roomed with a girl who sang in a Fleetwood Mac Tribute band. I spent the majority of that year locked in my room, writing, and falling in love for the first time.

Maybe it's because of how much Gene idolized Stevie Nicks. With her big black boots and curves she was a woman for me to look up to when I was younger. Strong. Proud. Independent. Self-aware. Talented. She is still someone to marvel at. I remember listening to her sultry voice on car rides when Gene would roll down the windows and stare out at the country side. I'd lean into the wind, letting it rip my hair violently as I imagined what it would be like to feel love and feel loss like that. Eagerly anticipating the battle wounds that would mark my adulthood.

In a lot of ways the title of this blog was inspired by Fleetwood Mac. Gypsy.

Strange how the strangest things can give you strength when you least expect it... but when you need it the most.


"Women, they will come and they will go. When the rain washes you clean you'll know."

Anxty Teenage Drama, Meet My Life

Olive Penderghast: Whatever happened to chivalry? Does it only exist in 80's movies? I want John Cusack holding a boombox outside my window. I wanna ride off on a lawnmower with Patrick Dempsey. I want Jake from Sixteen Candles waiting outside the church for me. I want Judd Nelson thrusting his fist into the air because he knows he got me. Just once I want my life to be like an 80's movie, preferably one with a really awesome musical number for no apparent reason. But no, no, John Hughes did not direct my life.
 -Easy A-

Amen Sister... Amen.

Evening

"She thought of how much people changed you. It was the opposite of what you always heard, that no one could change a person. It wasn't true. It was only through other people that one ever did change."
— Susan Minot (Evening)

"Did people ever stop changing? They surprised you with fresh pain. Sometimes they surprised you with happiness, but the pain was the sharper surprise. There was no way to protect yourself from it. People could always change and always hurt you. Of course it went in the other direction too, you could hurt them when you didn't intend it and that too was out of your control."
— Susan Minot (Evening) 

Amen...

Look, 10 years of a loving friendship and sporadic incredible sex, scattered with nights so fun they explain the evolutionary purpose of talking. Not to mention the time we've clocked together listening to music, driving with no destination. I guess this beautiful mess is best ended without notification. It's probably better.
-Laura, The Romantics-

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