yesterday-- at the gym with your doppelgänger. |
Love never dies a natural death.It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source.It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals.It dies of illness and wounds;it dies of weariness, of withering...
Posted by Danielle. on Sun, 15 Jun 2008 02:43:00 PST |
on getting to the point... |
"Well, the thing is, part of me believes that love is more valuable if you have to work for it. Like taking a clunker of an old car and really fixing it up so its a restored classic. As opposed to jus...
Posted by Danielle. on Sat, 19 Apr 2008 01:01:00 PST |
on the only words that are making any sense anymore. |
From Art To Choke Hearts:Do you ever get to feeling like that when someone is stringing you along to your death by wasting your time with bullshit and lies that feel good? Do you ever get that feeling...
Posted by Danielle. on Tue, 30 Oct 2007 10:23:00 PST |
on reading too much. |
2. The Flying Woman in Flight The flying woman didn't fly above the clouds. "It's cold up there," she'd say, "and there's not enough air." She skimmed the roofs and treetops. Her legs dangled behind...
Posted by Danielle. on Sun, 07 Oct 2007 11:17:00 PST |
on being cold. fog. grass. and being part robot. |
My toes are cold. cold or frozen or asleep or gone. My fingers are asleep too. It's traveling up my arms-- the feeling is strange. I imagine it looks something like when it is cold outside and you put...
Posted by Danielle. on Tue, 28 Aug 2007 06:39:00 PST |
the thing I hate the most.. |
is when you are doing something important and your hands fall asleep.ok-- I hate other things more than I hate this, but at this second, while I am trying to type through numb fingers-- this is the th...
Posted by Danielle. on Sat, 25 Aug 2007 12:07:00 PST |
Hangman... |
In my dreams you speak in sentences written out as spaces under gallows.I never could see the pictures you laid out in front of me as you spoke, but now I know.I've chosen every wrong l...
Posted by Danielle. on Sun, 25 Mar 2007 02:10:00 PST |
you are what you love-- not what loves you. |
"Point is, what's so wonderful is that every one of these flowers has a specific relationship with the insect that pollinates it. There's a certain orchid look exactly like a certain insect so the ins...
Posted by Danielle. on Mon, 12 Feb 2007 08:23:00 PST |
Run With the Hunted... |
I have been re-reading everything..I am addicted all over again..and, of course, I can never keep it to myself.For Jane225 days under grass and you know more than I. they have long taken your blood, y...
Posted by Danielle. on Mon, 29 Jan 2007 05:08:00 PST |
1813-1883 |
listening to Wagneras outside in the dark the wind blows a cold rain thetrees wave and shake lights gooff and on the walls creak and the cats run under thebed&Wagner battles the agonies, he's emotiona...
Posted by Danielle. on Mon, 22 Jan 2007 02:35:00 PST |
