Because sometimes I read more than I write (and sometimes I spend all day editing and spinning my thinky wheels)...
"and when I hold my head up you'll know that I'm fragile and you could break me with a harsh whisper and when I walk through the world you'll know that the only grace I ever had I spat into the alley that night and replaced with wild laughter. And we will be beautiful."
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posted by ttractor @ 10:12 PM
5 Comments:
thanks for stickin' up for me, ttractor! I feel like your little sister sometimes--you know, wondering if I could ever borrow that red dress, if my smile will ever be as wide and perfect as yours, and knowing you'd beat anybody up who ever laid a harsh whisper on me...
that guy was a dick. I'm sorry. I did not mean to encourage you into an unkind situation.
I'll pull his lungs out through his nostrils if he tries that here.
And yes, you can borrow my red dress...I walked through miles of Manhattan in it yesterday and my god it feels good!
ah, you forget i'm in academia. this means i'm not exactly delicate...
but i'd like to see that nostrils trick.
A foot on the neck and a crochet hook. Does wonders.
I like your style of photography. You've a magic eye for interesting stuff to snap.
bobs
Scotland
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