on fate

-A number of stories emerged after September 11^th, 2001, from people who should have been in the Twin Towers at the time of the plane crashes; who, any other day, would have been. One man had an extra-long goodbye dropping his son off to his first day of kindergarten. A woman missed her bus. Another man had recently bought new shoes, which gave him blisters, and he was in Rite Aid buying Band-Aids at the time the plane crashed into his office window. 

The point is, I know that some things are beyond our control. I have a friend who believes that free will is a myth. But, some nights when I am driving alone across the Ross Island Bridge, I imagine swerving ever-so-slightly across the double yellow into the oncoming traffic. It’s not a suicidal thought – it has nothing to do with that. It’s about the choice. I could choose to do that, and it would change everything.

Is my free will another person’s fate?-

I love you. I love you. Now leave me alone.

A thought:
I love you, but I’m mad at you is one of the most freeing, important things you can say in a stable relationship. Does that make sense? To know that you have the ability and the right to be mad at someone and know that it doesn’t mean things are over, that it doesn’t mean things are irreparable. That it just means I’m mad, but God, I love you. I love you. Now leave me alone.

wishywashy

"Was she terrifyingly beautiful? Was she so ignorant she didn’t deserve the truth? Was she also a liar and thus it was something they did together? I don’t believe in psychology; which says everything you do is because of yourself. That is so untrue. We are social animals, and everything we do is because of other people, because we love them, or because we don’t."

— Miranda July, No One Belongs Here More Than You

smart went crazy

as long as you meant it when you said it

all of my friends know, that 

blood makes the blade holy

one of our girls has gone missing

the flowers are queer and bright in the eyes of this astronaut and well, the weather is not nervous in a forrest.

tangled tentacle spill

cold-composure

where are we going?  it's out of the question.

sounds like a personal problem

when the sun breaks now it just beaks even

-marionette