January 2012
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Short Story Number Seven Hundred and Two
I’m sitting in my apartment at four in the morning and I’m talking to my cat again. I’m asking her if everything is going to be alright, if everything is going to be ok. As usual she doesn’t do anything apart from purr and stare at me. She’s probably thinking that I should just go back to bed and try to sleep. That I should just stop thinking about everything all the...
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Short Story Number Seven Hundred and One
I’m going to say hello to you and then try and start a conversation with you. I have no bravery and all my bones are all telling me that this is a bad idea, but I really feel like I have to say something. I need to look at you. I need to tell you that you look different from everyone else. That you don’t fit in around here and that you are strange and weird. I need someone like you, so...
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Short Story Number Seven Hundred
When it’s really late at night and we can’t get to sleep, we’ll listen to the people next door who always argue with each other. Or sometimes I’ll start to write in my little notebook about all the stupid things I’ve been thinking about lately. And after a while i’ll show you and you’ll always smile when I write about cats and the stupid rain and why we...
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“Oh, darling, you will be good to me, won’t you? Because we’re going to have a...”
– Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms (via aestivial)
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Short Story Number Six Hundred and Ninety Nine
I sometimes think that I’m not the same as everyone else, you know? That I’m different and lonely I guess. That I’m never going to connect with anyone. And sometimes I like to stay inside my room for hours and hours and pretend that nothing will hurt me. I know that I should just grow up and be ok and everything, but I’m not sure that I want to do that yet. I’m not...
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coffee
I’m going to celebrate that my book is now out in paperback by drinking some tea and eating some breakfast and then go into the city and wonder around a few bookstores. I think I’ll even go completely crazy and have some coffee too. Oh yeah!
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