A thousand years from now, we should have coffee and tell stories while the world disintegrates (event)

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(event)

by gate

Sun Nov 26 2017 at 22:22:40

21 Nov 2017 5 minutes

The face in her coffee looks like someone she once knew, someone she hadn't thought about in a long time, perhaps intentionally.

It was a name she didn't want to repeat to herself anymore because it brought back so many memories of both hope and anguish. There were so many great things associated with that name, that face, and so many moments of utter heartbreak. So many wounds she didn't want to reopen, and yet here she was staring at her coffee, afraid to disturb the surface lest she lose the reminders of such a complicated part of her past.

She forced herself to pick up a spoon and start stirring, but was still lost in thought about the days and adventures of a time gone by. Where was he now, she wondered, having little hope of ever seeing him again.

I like it!

his whole life, like a thundercloud, out in front of him	America: love it, or leave it	You know my history in fragments and I know your life in sketches	You are so beautiful
A series of hurtful parables	We're sprouting wings, metamorphosing, speaking in tongues	Take a deep breath and write out your thoughts for me	You are going to need to get a big princess type dress. I CANNOT fight for the honor of someone wearing cowgirl pjs
These pictures are her past. These pictures are my future.	When there's nothing left to burn, you have to set yourself on fire	My regret sits on the floor like someone else's polaroid photos	If I could let the universe swallow you whole
Our Lady of the Leftovers	You asked me once what I would remember... this, and much more	you	They shared a love of impermanence, briefly
Er versteht nur Bahnhof	His love was enormous; it cleared rooms that desperately wanted to be full.	The Washboard Chronicles	And the things you can't remember tell the things you can't forget
Observations on an apocalypse	Hunting 'twixt the bookshelves	Echoes of the sketchbook	How can we face these dazzling things, I ask you?