Posted by: heyday on: July 24, 2005
“I want my own bed, in my own apartment. Home sweet home. No place like home. Take me home, country roads. Home is where the heart is. But my heart is here. So I must be home. Clare sighs, turns her head, and is quiet. Hi, honey, I’m home. I’m home.”
The Time Traveler’s Wife, Audrey [...]
Posted by: heyday on: July 19, 2005
I need to write something about you but the words won’t come. It is not a bad thing, this absence of articulation, because it means that I’ve finally met something I want to keep honest and perfect.
We are, of course, not perfect; but you have this way of making me want to be reckless and [...]
Posted by: heyday on: July 8, 2005
The year I turned fourteen, I met a boy. Online. It was the rage then, to meet people online, the IRC was like a dating agency in itself. It got to a point where the whole thing became crude, tasteless and desperate: as long as your pseudonym sounded like female you’d get countless messages from [...]
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