we rented a car and are headed to DC tomorrow night and then to Pittsburgh on saturday. currently creating our road trip playlist.

super stoked for this weekend

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It took hours to turn the clock back 30 seconds.

Patty knew, in her heart, that he was wrong in his impression of her. And the mistake she went to go on to make, the really big life mistake, was to go along with Walter’s version of her in spite of knowing that it wasn’t right. He seemed so certain of her goodness that eventually he wore her down.

Even then, when the hike was perfect, I would wonder, ‘Now what?’ And take a picture. Take another picture. Like a man with a photogenic girlfriend he didn’t love.

jonathan franzen

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we rented a U-Haul today and hit up Home Depot for 6 more pieces of sod, Ikea in Red Hook, and Target in Flatbush.  we also drove around BK looking for pallet crates to make chairs/tables (we scored 2 from some asian men – i fed one some popcorn in his mouth as payment?).  oh, and we stole some from HD because they pissed us off.

can’t ever say we’re lazy.  our backyard should be nearly completed tomorrow!

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‘What does it matter how many lovers you have if none of them gives you the universe?’ –Lacan

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idk

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It isn’t possible to love and part. You will wish that it was. You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you. I know by experience that the poets are right: love is eternal.

e.m. forster

To the newly engaged couple,

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My brother and I used to play a game. I’d point to a chair. “THIS IS NOT A CHAIR,” I’d say. Bird would point to the table. “THIS IS NOT A TABLE.” “THIS IS NOT A WALL,” I’d say. “THAT IS NOT A CEILING.” We’d go on like that. “IT IS NOT RAINING OUT.” “MY SHOE IS NOT UNTIED!” Bird would yell. I’d point to my elbow. “THIS IS NOT A SCRAPE.” Bird would lift his knee. “THIS IS ALSO NOT A SCRAPE!” “THAT IS NOT A KETTLE!” “NOT A CUP!” “NOT A SPOON!” “NOT DIRTY DISHES!” We denied whole rooms, years, weathers. Once, at the peak of our shouting, Bird took a deep breath. At the top of his lungs, he shrieked: “I! HAVE NOT! BEEN! UNHAPPY! MY WHOLE! LIFE!” “But you’re only seven,” I said.

nkrauss

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weekend included: cinco de mayo / andrew bird / frieze art fair

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