LOVE IS THE ONLY HOUSE

we don't live here anymore

The wise will go upstairs,
undo buttons and hair,
fold themselves
within the covenant of flesh
and make love
wilder than any weather.
Bob Hicok, closing lines to “Weather,” from The Legend of Light

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Years ago I watched a film called “Things We Lost in the Fire.” I don’t remember much about it besides a scene in which a young boy inquires about the underwater lights in a backyard pool. His father’s friend explains that the lights are fluorescent. Not understanding, the man continues, “…they’re lit from within.” I have never forgotten it. Fluorescent remains my favorite word and next month will be inked on my skin permanently. View high resolution

Years ago I watched a film called “Things We Lost in the Fire.” I don’t remember much about it besides a scene in which a young boy inquires about the underwater lights in a backyard pool. His father’s friend explains that the lights are fluorescent. Not understanding, the man continues, “…they’re lit from within.” I have never forgotten it. Fluorescent remains my favorite word and next month will be inked on my skin permanently.

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I’m a dirt person. I trust the dirt. I don’t trust diamonds and gold.
— Eartha Kitt

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"On your face there is something like the promise of a storm: one day passion will burn it to the bone."
- Jean Paul Sartre View high resolution

"On your face there is something like the promise of a storm: one day passion will burn it to the bone."

- Jean Paul Sartre

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She did not flinch. “My past,” she told the room, “is littered with the bones of men who were foolish enough to think I was someone they could sleep on.”
overdose? imminent.
zero chance of recovery.

overdose? imminent.

zero chance of recovery.

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Understanding that people are always a worse version of who they want to be is a way of loving them.
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