(that which obtains).

(Rookie).

"You're not a whore."
"I know it, darling. But isn't it nice to feel like one?"


Ernest Hemingway.

(FashionToast).

(JCREW via Modern Hepburn).

College is just a euphemism for all the boys who ignored you in high school suddenly trying to take what they can get.

(Rookie).

"My Carmen," I said (I used to call her that sometimes) "we shall leave this raw sore town as soon as you get out of bed."
"…Because, really," I continued, "there is no point in staying here."
"There is no point in staying anywhere," said Lolita.


Vladimir Nabokov.

(Miss Moss).

(Rookie).

(Rookie).

I don't think you're uneducated to the world or it's ways, I don't think you have a lamb's understanding. I see innocence though, soft light, bleached pallets, a soft touch. Who knows….I think you see things the way they are. Plainly even, neutrally, and then brighten them up like new Keds.




(sometimes, people astound me in such quiet ways I don't know how to react or respond).

(Rookie).

I'm not a child. I know we're not going steady.


Camera Obscura.

(that which obtains).

(that which obtains).

Pet Sounds.

In the Thursday
(morning) light,
on your sister's polka-dotted
spotted sheets
we lay--
and stuck
our skin
together
sticky,
like leather
in July,
on the backs of
sweaty thighs.

(justerinhere).

(Modern Hepburn).

(Tommy Ton).

uh oh.

(that which obtains).

things have been lovely and simple the last few days.
serendipitously, things happen and I allow them too.

mostly, I have New York on my mind and the last month of summer stretching out before me in a sweet, filmy slip.

anyways, i'm at peace.
(briefly, at least).

(You Can Try).

(Modern Hepburn).

(Lookbook).

(Jewel of the South).

(The Nazmiyal Collection of Vintage Rugs).

(You Can Try)

(Letters from Maud).

Displaced.

I.

The truth is:
you never could stay sweet,
bouncing and boundless,
on the balls of striped feet.

II.

Soft water in the driveway,
molly in the back,
a xylophone in my throat,
and a keyboard in your
cracking knees.

III.

At seven thirty on Sunday morning,
we pressed our noses
to each other's necks,
and convulsed for cold.

IV.

I didn't want a thought
in my netting brain.

Not of the bills we can't find
ways to pay,
or the flacked and
fraying ends of choices we can't
seem to make.

V.

Tangled in chlorine,
splintering our eyelids,
ectopic on cigarette sheets.

VI.

(I didn't want a thought).

(Tommy Ton).

(Jewel of the South).

Want.

(Jewel of the South).

THIS DRESS.

(Modern Hepburn).

There is a moment when you realize what you're worth:

Bare-chested in a wine-stained bed,
with a one-and-a-half year hangover
-hanging over your head.

(Rookie).

I've acquired quite a taste
for a well-made mistake.


Fiona Apple.

(Rookie).

Everything But Sleep.

Sitting in his seat, a seat broad and broken
In, sprinkled with ashes,
Pop switches channels, takes another
Shot of Seagrams, neat, and asks,
What to do with me, a green young man
Who fails to consider the
Flim and flam of the world, since
Things have been easy for me.


Barack Obama, 1979.

(Jewel of the South).

(that which obtains).

Awesome prince, get your sleep.
Lose your heart in history.
Make us laugh or nothing will.
I set a fire just to see what it kills.


The National.

(justerinhere).

Happy Independence Day to all my sweet Americans, both in the country and abroad.
(and) Happy 236th Birthday, America!

(justerinhere).

Oh God, if I'm anything by a clinical name, I'm a kind of paranoiac in reverse. I suspect people of plotting to make me happy.


J.D. Salinger

(Jewel of the South).

(Garance Dore).

(Jewel of the South).