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teresa

I am here for Friends

About Me

it's the ones who've cracked that the light shines thru

My Interests

music things, green things, animal things, tree things. old things, kid things, pretty things and boy things. pictures and fashion, libraries and comics... tennis and talking and stories of longing...

I'd like to meet:

messy barefoot men on two wheels, and all the survivors...

Music:

the softies, the field mice, the airfields, blueboy, the sea urchins, another sunny day, the microphones/mount eerie, marine girls, the cat's miaow, heavenly, beat happening, sufjan stevens, the innocence mission, neil young, hope sandoval, sun kil moon, old belle and sebastian and cat power, the smiths, joanna newsom, and many many more....

Movies:

american splendor, parsely days, manhattan, shopgirl, storytelling, vinyl, always a bridesmaid, songs for cassavetes, girl interrupted

Television:

northern exposure, the wonder years, american high, freaks and geeks, dead like me, buffy, angel, etc...

Books:

down and out in paris and london (orwell), how to make love to a negro (laferriere), stand still like the hummingbird (miller, h) le petit prince (saint-éxupery), it's a good life, if you don't weaken (seth), persepolis 2 (satrapi), maus (spiegelman), american splendor (pekar)...

Heroes:

rose melberg, jen sbragia, heather lewis, harvey pekar, alan zweig, isobel campbell, julie doiron, tracey thorn and all my friends!

My Blog

dear nobody:

teresa is growing weary of this dance....
Posted by teresa on Tue, 11 Dec 2007 02:28:00 PST

opaline towers as high as small moons

if loneliness is just this long sickness i can't get better from, and this star-spangled wonderment that i make up in my head, that dribbles from my lip and cheek, and trickles down my arms and thighs...
Posted by teresa on Sun, 31 Dec 2006 05:44:00 PST

there is a light that never goes out

it's winter time again + the city is now fast asleep under a blanket of newly fallen snow. everything is so still, so quiet. the world outside my bedroom whispers secrets in the dark, and waits for al...
Posted by teresa on Thu, 07 Dec 2006 07:11:00 PST

when you have no one, no one can hurt you

tonite is no night for romance, julie doiron. not love not friendship not happiness, erika jonsson.... not phone calls from boyfriends not letters to send. tonite is no night for dreaming, rose melber...
Posted by teresa on Mon, 04 Dec 2006 05:51:00 PST

maybe there just isn't anything to write tonite

with the music playing low, far away from the headaches of children and noisy libraries, or the stinging words from someone you once mistakenly called your friend. the late hours will shelter you from...
Posted by teresa on Wed, 29 Nov 2006 04:32:00 PST

my heart has turned to talc

no matter the kids that bloom into wet leaves on cold nights, burning with cigarette smoke, becoming more + more beautiful with each drag. slow and full of poetry. huddled outside in nervous...
Posted by teresa on Wed, 29 Nov 2006 04:24:00 PST