Short Story Number Three Hundred and Seventy
I was staring at the sky and watching the planes come into view and go over me. My apartment was right next to the airport, so whenever I felt lonely or sad I would climb to the roof and stand and watch and wait. The planes would fly over me. Their lights would go through me. And I would feel better. I would think about all those passengers finally getting home.
Short Story Number Three Hundred and Sixty Nine
The summer was here so we decided to walk around our little town for the whole day. We hadn’t seen the sky so clear for such a long time, and now the heat was falling into our shoulders and into our skin and we couldn’t stop smiling. We walked around and looked at everything like it was new. It felt like we were young again. So we stared at the sun until we couldn’t take it...
spiritmeetsthebone: The bittersweet between my teeth Trying to find the in-betweens
Short Story Number Three Hundred and Sixty Eight
I woke up early and decided that I was going to stay inside all day. I really wanted to create my own little stupid world, where nothing really happened to me. So I read some of my books and listened to some of my music and thought about the past and waited for you to come back. I’d stare at the highway outside my window and think about strange things. I’d think about how...
Short Story Number Three Hundred and Sixty Seven
I was sitting in my room and I was thinking about you. I always loved to stare at you while you were reading one of your books. I also loved to stare at all the books in your room. How some of them were stacked up to the ceiling and spread all over your floor. To me, they always looked awesome. You had so many books and I always imagined that they would never leave you. I always imagined that they...
You always feel like you are the only one in the world, like everyone else is...– Miranda July (via quote-book)
Short Story Number Three Hundred and Sixty Six
You let yourself into my apartment and you looked tired but you said that you were really happy because everything was working out. So I made some tea for us and opened all the windows. The sun was still hovering around outside so we drank our tea and stared at it. We did this while holding hands. We did this for a long time. And then I figured that staring at the sun and drinking tea was now...
I don’t hate people, I just feel better when they aren’t around.– Charles Bukowski (via weownthesecretworld)