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Charlene

a distant memory of herself.

About Me

Layout made by j-kwon at CreateBlog.com . lives, loves, lazes."life is just fictions fucking addictions, and i miss my mother"-- okkervil river. 3 seattle is slowly becoming home, but sometimes i feel like home is no where. i wonder about the interactions of everyday people, how many people we come into contact with everyday, and how false these small gestures are, a smile on the street to a stranger, a hello to the waitress. we are all stuck in our own little worlds, but trying and trying to get out, trying to be reached, wanting to let people in, but pushing them away. i want to feel things, to run through the cold rain in short sleeves and bare feet. to see the sunrise over oceans. to hear the sound of a lover's crying. to kiss in the snow.

My Interests

reading, writing, travel, music, movies, dining, wine


Hosted at YourSpaceNow.com

I'd like to meet:

New friends in the area, and like minded people.

Music:

elliott smith, the decemberists, catherine wheel, the elected, the pixies, the smiths, jon brion, okkervil river

Movies:

Good Will Hunting, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, being john malkovich... My guilty pleasure movie, that I wouldn't want anyone to find out that I ever enjoyed is Legally Blonde. Election, anything with Al Pacino.capote, walk the line (3 reese, and psh), magnolia, the royal tenenbaums

Television:

Don't watch much, but when I do, I usually go for Court TV or Sex in the City.

Books:

Hemmingway, Calvino, Woolf, Plath... I'll read anything though, and i read fast... like zoooooom.

My Blog

this is it

boys to men once said, "though we've come to the end of the road, I can't let go."and I find that harder and harder to live up to all the time.when my mother died, I thought I would too, then you real...
Posted by Charlene on Wed, 23 Apr 2008 10:40:00 PST

photos, phantoms, and phone calls

if someone tells you via text message they phantomly wish to do something.... but it's way to early for such things, does that mean anything or does the ghostly factor negate it?
Posted by Charlene on Fri, 07 Dec 2007 06:02:00 PST

for sylvia (and emily)

I was feeling a bit plath/dickensenish yesterday. Thought this might be of use here (somehow) The Complex Business of Coming Undone I unravel, like twine each, every terrible predictable time. Can ...
Posted by Charlene on Thu, 10 May 2007 07:55:00 PST

noise

sometimeswhen you're thereprone, snoring loudlyand i'm losing sleeptoss turn and restless, i wonderwhat there is for us.i ceiling study and begin to wishthat you'd sleep with less sound,and say more l...
Posted by Charlene on Fri, 30 Mar 2007 11:17:00 PST

bar poem

night outlonely tequila shotsi like them better that waya sole lemon, maybe a half ripened lime's segmentgrainy salt that instantly adheres to my tongueall i want is to be alone with youlicking sweat'...
Posted by Charlene on Mon, 12 Feb 2007 01:29:00 PST

afterwind

i assigned weight to those words, those hours, those twisted sheets between us, the built their own velocity mass heavy with the gravity of things i'd believe. you'd dismiss them waftily as airy circ...
Posted by Charlene on Mon, 11 Dec 2006 10:10:00 PST

sleep (for everyone i've ever lost)...

that place where the low hum, becomes somehow, loud. just before sleep, as everything amplifies more to dissolve into puddly unstable reality.   that's where you exsist, our chats. not crossed, ...
Posted by Charlene on Thu, 27 Jul 2006 03:42:00 PST

you say...

you think you're brilliant, and really it's just conflicted you think you're so cool, and really it's just cold you think you're so difficult, but really it's just different you think we wouldn't be p...
Posted by Charlene on Mon, 29 May 2006 07:11:00 PST

...

smoove.  you figure it out. 
Posted by Charlene on Sat, 27 May 2006 04:41:00 PST

conundrum

life moves so quickly, yet we learn so slow[ly].
Posted by Charlene on Fri, 21 Apr 2006 02:48:00 PST