You can be Henry Miller and I will be Anaïs Nin, but this time will be even better.
We'll stay together in the end...
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
"I love you for millions and millions of things, clocks and vampires and dirty nails..."
" ...and squiggly paintings and lovely hair and being dizzy and falling dreams."
i want a dylan to my caitlin.
"Tell me everything; when you'll be out again, where you'll be at Christmas and that you think of me and love me... I don't want you for a day (though I'd sell my toes to see you now my dear, only for a minute, to kiss you once and make a funny face at you): a day is the length of a gnat's life: I want you for the lifetime of a big, mad animal, like an elephant.
"You'll never, I'll never let you, grow wise, and I'll never, you shall never let me, grow wise and we'll always be young and unwise together . . . I love you so much, I'll never be able to tell you; I'm frightened to tell you."
"I don't want to write words, words, words to you; I must see you and hear you; it's hell writing to you now . . . you are really my flesh and blood Caitlin whom I love more than anyone has loved anyone else. It's nonsense me living without you, you without me: the world is very unbalanced unless in the very centre of it we stand together all the time in a hairy, golden, more-or-less unintelligible haze of daftness."
simply beautiful...
i want a dylan to my caitlin.
"Tell me everything; when you'll be out again, where you'll be at Christmas and that you think of me and love me... I don't want you for a day (though I'd sell my toes to see you now my dear, only for a minute, to kiss you once and make a funny face at you): a day is the length of a gnat's life: I want you for the lifetime of a big, mad animal, like an elephant.
"You'll never, I'll never let you, grow wise, and I'll never, you shall never let me, grow wise and we'll always be young and unwise together . . . I love you so much, I'll never be able to tell you; I'm frightened to tell you."
"I don't want to write words, words, words to you; I must see you and hear you; it's hell writing to you now . . . you are really my flesh and blood Caitlin whom I love more than anyone has loved anyone else. It's nonsense me living without you, you without me: the world is very unbalanced unless in the very centre of it we stand together all the time in a hairy, golden, more-or-less unintelligible haze of daftness."
simply beautiful...
Monday, May 25, 2009
long days.
“it is no surprise to me that hardly anyone tells the truth about how they feel. The smart ones keep themselves to themselves for good reason. Why would you want to tell anyone anything that’s dear to you? Even when you like them and want nothing more than to be closer than close to them? It’s so painful to be next to someone you feel strongly about and know you can’t say the things you want to.” — Henry Rollins
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Summer time...
In LBI for the 4th day, working at Surflight. Thus far its going well enough.
But thats also with no shows going on. In less than two weeks when shows are going on I may be humming a different tune.
But please send me texts, mail, email - something!
Caitlin Reed
c/o Surflight Theater
PO Box 1155
Beach Haven, NJ 08008
<333.
But thats also with no shows going on. In less than two weeks when shows are going on I may be humming a different tune.
But please send me texts, mail, email - something!
Caitlin Reed
c/o Surflight Theater
PO Box 1155
Beach Haven, NJ 08008
<333.
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