January 2012
20 posts
Every time I look at your face or even remember it, it wrecks me. And the way...
it is usually mid-afternoon and quiet,
and getting dressed we talk about what...
– Charles Bukowski
may my heart always be open to little
birds who are the secrets of living...
– E. E. Cummings
December 2011
31 posts
They sicken of the calm, those who knew the storm.
– Dorothy Parker