Yeah, I made a real joke. Don’t tell anyone.
i wanna burn down these summer nights with you
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“Mother! she murmured, and sank down as though she herself were dying.
He caught her as she fell and clasped her tightly in his arms without knowing that he did so. He held her, trembling, feeling as though his head were filled with a mist in which lightnings flashed, feeling in the tulmult of his thoughts, that he was performing a religious rite that was also an act of prfanation. For the rest, he felt no spark of physical desire for this enchanting girl whose body was now pressed so closely to his won. He was lost in love.
She took his hand and laid it against her heart, and he felt the shape of the notebook under her dress. He stammered:
“Then - you love me?”
She answered in a voice so low that it was scarcely to be heard.
“Of course! You know I do.”
-Victor Hugo, Les Miserables
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And we kept saying how we’d never stay in Los Angeles forever, how it’s not a forever-place. Except this morning, staring at my pants in the closet, I thought that we’d eventually just find ourselves having stayed here forever. You and me and everyone else we know in different formations or pairings, maybe, with lives that have gotten bulky or skeletal from all of the decisions and the choices and the living. We’ll be closer to the water somehow in an old house with all of the old things we’ve collected as we’ve collectively gotten older. You and me and everyone else, older and still here. Because I don’t want to wear pants, and here I can most often wear last year’s pants that I’ve hacked off above the knee, and I can most often wear some T-shirt I’ve had for so long and washed and washed till it’s gotten thin around the bones in my shoulders. And when it’s the first day of spring and it’s not snowing and it’s overcast but it’s not cold, not cold the way that other people know cold and live with cold, we will just wander out of the house in whatever with our hair saying whatever and our faces saying whatever and our mouths saying whatever. Of course there will be those times when the ground got upset and our whole houses moved on their own, but then I’ll think about how I, too, get upset—you and me and everyone else, we get upset sometimes—and so…whatever. Hollywood will still hang around the corner with a wide white smile that’s so horrific I gasp and shake my head and maybe laugh, and I’ll have to force-remember how there is a lot of everything else here too. There is a lot, and that is what has made this not a forever-place and a place we’ve found ourselves staying forever, looking at our aging faces in the mirror fifteen, twenty, thirty years later and seeing palm trees out the window behind us. Sit on the sofa, stare at the wall, walk by the ocean, run. You and me and everyone else we know, different but still holding onto some shred of the same, in tiny colored boxes, living our secret little lives.
My friend Matt is really talented.
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