The two hour drive back felt like a million years. We got lost for at least twenty minutes. The cigarette I smoked after my phone died, an hour after we dropped you off, felt bittersweet. It also tasted like shit. I still wish you were here. If anyone is lucky enough to have their best friend right next door, down the street, or even across town, there is something they should embrace: gratefulness. People look forward to seeing their best friend the next day - whether it be at school, or a phone call away when they’re feeling upset and need someone’s company. I look forward to a month, two months later, till I see you again. I hope I got enough footage for the video I am making. Summer to fall, fall to winter, winter to spring, and spring to summer. “The weeks have had wings.”
Here is something that I forget to tell you more often than I should: I am so glad you exist.
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There’s a blue bird in my heart that wants to get out but I’m too tough for him. I say, stay in there, I’m not going to let anybody see you. There’s a blue bird in my heart that wants to get out but I pour whiskey on him and inhale cigarette smoke. and the whores and the bartenders and the grocery clerks never know that he’s in there. There’s a blue bird in my heart that wants to get out but I’m too tough for him. I say, stay down, do you want to mess me up? you want to screw up the works? you want to blow my book sales in Europe? There’s a blue bird in my heart that wants to get out but I’m too clever. I only let him out at night sometimes when everybody’s asleep. I say, I know that you’re there, so don’t be sad. then I put him back, but he’s singing a little in there. I haven’t quite let him die and we sleep together like that with our secret pact and it’s nice enough to make a man weep. But I don’t weep, do you?
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a blog about best friends that met on the internet. photographer, writer, lost souls. we want to help you. that was wisconsin, that was yesterday, now i have nothing that i can keep - because every place i go i take another place with me.
Submissions are over for the time being. I’m getting lots of messages about this… when I open back up submissions, I will let everyone know! I know the submit button isn’t working on the blog, it will be like that for awhile.
“Maybe a little, in the beginning. He didn’t really have any regard for me as a person. You gotta be careful with that. You gotta be careful with the person you fall in love is worth it… to you.”
“I never want to be like my parents. I know they must have loved each other at one time right? To just get it all out of the way before they had me. How do you trust your feelings when they can just disappear like that?”
“I think the only way you can find out is to have the feeling. You’re a good person. You have the right to say I do trust. I do trust myself.”
“I feel like men are more romantic than women. When we get married we marry, like, one girl, ‘cause we’re resistant the whole way until we meet one girl and we think I’d be an idiot if I didn’t marry this girl she’s so great. But it seems like girls get to a place where they just kinda pick the best option… ‘Oh he’s got a good job.’ I mean they spend their whole life looking for Prince Charming and then they marry the guy who’s got a good job and isn’t gonna stick around.”—dean (ryan gosling), blue valentine