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little alisha.

"We turned at a dozen paces, for love is a duel,
and looked at each other for the last time."
--On the Road, Jack Kerouac

adramos@fas.harvard.edu.

Aug 06




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Aug 04

hey well maybe one day i'll stay

“I just want to get married,” you said. In that moment I wanted so much to tell you that I wanted the same thing. To skip the broken hearts, the tears, the broken promises, the hassle of going on date after date just trying to find one. I keep telling myself that there are other people out there like you, someone who has a warm heart and easy tears and wants to marry someone just like his mom who he loves so much - looks at so lovingly with those eyes, a look that only an adoring son could possess.

I keep telling myself this but I realize that there is only one. You are much older, somehow much wiser - but not really when I think back on the silly jokes, your dimpled cheek, eyes glittering with mischief, stealing glances at someone who would love you if only years could be made into days or even months. But the gap is too wide, there are differences, and it is so hard to reach across. You lie and say you will wait, but one day we will both be married, both have a husband and wife and children and live on thinking about what could have been.

I will always wonder about how many lips you’ve kissed, how many lies you’ve told, how many hearts were broken in the process of trying to forget.

bellechoses: mariereich: amazing that the limosine is crushed but she is whole. she must have refreshed her lipstick before she jumped. “Picture of the Week” in Life, May 12, 1947, its caption reads “On May Day, just after leaving her fiancé, 23-year-old Evelyn McHale wrote a note. ‘He is much better off without me … I wouldn’t make a good wife for anybody,’ … Then she crossed it out. She went to the observation platform of the Empire State Building. Through the mist she gazed at the street, 86 floors below. Then she jumped. In her desperate determination she leaped clear of the setbacks and hit a United Nations limousine parked at the curb. Across the street photography student Robert Wiles heard an explosive crash. Just four minutes after Evelyn McHale’s death Wiles got this picture of death’s violence and its composure” On May 1, 1947, Evelyn McHale leapt to her death. (via kottke.org)(jona)

bellechoses:

mariereich:

amazing that the limosine is crushed but she is whole. she must have refreshed her lipstick before she jumped.

“Picture of the Week” in Life, May 12, 1947, its caption reads “On May Day, just after leaving her fiancé, 23-year-old Evelyn McHale wrote a note. ‘He is much better off without me … I wouldn’t make a good wife for anybody,’ … Then she crossed it out. She went to the observation platform of the Empire State Building. Through the mist she gazed at the street, 86 floors below. Then she jumped. In her desperate determination she leaped clear of the setbacks and hit a United Nations limousine parked at the curb. Across the street photography student Robert Wiles heard an explosive crash. Just four minutes after Evelyn McHale’s death Wiles got this picture of death’s violence and its composure”

On May 1, 1947, Evelyn McHale leapt to her death. (via kottke.org)(jona)

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Jul 21

korea (pt. 1)

  • There are stores inside the bus terminals, and one was called “The Red Face”…it was a copy of “The North Face” with the logo and everything. I laughed.
  • Korean men find no shame in wearing floral shirts.
  • My aunt and I took a walk on this very long pathway they built in her neighborhood. The most amusing part was that they installed these “exercise stations” every few meters or so where you can do sit ups, hip twisting things, arm twisting things, and much more. I’ve noticed that Korea is obsessed with the “well-being” culture.
Jul 20
“ People not only make history through the things that they do in their own lifetimes, but people, including ordinary people, make history through the things they choose to remember.
— Professor Laurel Ulrich
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