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squatters

In east on 02/10/2012 at 6:13 pm

our apartment, while lovely, is lonely. empty till we fill it with our bulk. at least we have curtains.

let this be the last week.

n

it’s oh so quiet

In east on 02/08/2012 at 6:21 pm

shh shhh

n

chaos theory

In east on 02/06/2012 at 6:31 pm

I’ve never felt happiness and stress at this magnitude at the same time. I’d like to plateau for a second.

n

Reality

In west on 02/04/2012 at 12:50 am

A man who wants to make a relationship work will move mountains to keep the woman he loves.

Remember, the only reason he can miss you is because he’s choosing, every day, not to be with you.

Here’s something else to think about: calling when you say you’re going to is the very first brick in the house you are building of love and trust. If he can’t lay this one stupid brick down, you ain’t never gonna have a house baby, and it’s cold outside.

greg behrendt, liz tuccillo

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Entropy

In east on 02/02/2012 at 11:02 pm

Look for the drawings left on your pillow when you wake up in the morning (or after a nap). [Trace your dreams].

Nicholas Paris

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on Nothing, or on Silence

In west on 02/02/2012 at 7:49 pm

She wants to know if I love her, that’s all anyone wants from anyone else, not love itself but the knowledge that love is there, like new batteries in the flashlight in the emergency kit in the hall closet.

foer

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A SIGN? 11 West 19th Street

In west on 01/31/2012 at 1:06 pm

Within 5 minutes of each other, I was asked to return to desired marketing agency for round 3 of interviews, and to interview at Tory Burch.

Both companies are housed in the same amazing building in the Flatiron District. Both on Thursday.

Maaan.  Let one of ’em happen.

m

In west on 01/31/2012 at 2:53 am

There was a tale he had read once, long ago, as a small boy: the story of a traveler who had slipped down a cliff, with man-eating tigers above him and a lethal fall below him, who managed to stop his fall halfway down the side of the cliff, holding on for dear life. There was a clump of strawberries beside him, and certain death above him and below. What should he do? went the question.

And the reply was, Eat the strawberries.

The story had never made sense to him as a boy. It did now.

american gods, neil gaiman

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MAN & Mookie

In west on 01/29/2012 at 2:42 am

We join the ranks of Jay Z, Biggie, and Mos Def and sign papers on our new home in Bed-Stuy tomorrow.

It’s been a long week of searching.

m

 

Treat Me Like A Stranger & That Feels So Rough

In west on 01/27/2012 at 12:56 am

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