love letters from new york

I’d woken up early, and I took a long time getting ready to exist.

—Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet   (via nofatnowhip)

(Source: seabois, via nofatnowhip)

jamesnord: so there she was, descending into a city she loved away from the man she thought she always would. it’s funny really, the carelessness of desire, it’s ability to erase our most basic promises. but nevermind the past, on that day her seat-back was up, her eyes bright and the girl was falling falling 15,000 more feet into a new life. a series

jamesnord:

so there she was, descending into a city she loved away from the man she thought she always would. it’s funny really, the carelessness of desire, it’s ability to erase our most basic promises. but nevermind the past, on that day her seat-back was up, her eyes bright and the girl was falling falling 15,000 more feet into a new life.

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jamesnord: She told him she’d do it. Wrote it on mirrors and left crumbled notes in his glove compartment. The boy would laugh his smug laugh almost crying, “no, no, you can’t, you won’t” and she whisper softer, always softer, “i will, i will, i will…”  a series

jamesnord:

She told him she’d do it. Wrote it on mirrors and left crumbled notes in his glove compartment. The boy would laugh his smug laugh almost crying, “no, no, you can’t, you won’t” and she whisper softer, always softer, “i will, i will, i will…” 

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jamesnord: walking across the room i stopped short when i smelled the woman i knew, or thought i knew.  it’s funny how i could forget almost everything about her. i could drink away her laugh, wash away her touch but i could not train myself to forget the way she smelled. more

jamesnord:

walking across the room i stopped short when i smelled the woman i knew, or thought i knew.  it’s funny how i could forget almost everything about her. i could drink away her laugh, wash away her touch but i could not train myself to forget the way she smelled.

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