May 2012
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andsoiwatchyoufromafar asked: best music taste <3
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Last evening in her home, I was given a silver necklace for my gullet strung with her initials and the saint of travel. She said she got me a little something. She says with her eyes as I opened the box covered in ribbons that she’ll still be holding on tight while we’re apart. So just as she does when we slumber and rise. So as she did as I stepped out the door. I know this, because I...
vanth asked: Your blog popped up on my sidebar. I found this odd as they never really jump out at me like yours did. I'm glad, I did. I can very very relate to what you've written. Oh, and I love NYC. :)
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brittanyann23 asked: I started following your blog from a post I saw off my friends' blog. You're writing is enchanting. Your passion and enthusiasm for NYC is refreshing. I live in New Jersey. I think NYC smells. It's nice to see that people still love NYC. Good luck in what you're doing. ~Brittany
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He whispered, “haunt me”. And she trembled, feeling pleasure between her knees, gasping into his air.
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Imagine the combination of answering your phone while looking up at the World Trade Center as the person you love says “hi!!” along the way. That is my daily life. These are the things that capture me.
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Never at any time in my life have I been more happy than I am now. I live in Manhattan, my job is bliss and I am in love. Isn’t this what it’s all about? Isn’t this what it was all for? I can tell, it’s going to stay this way. The world has gravitationally shifted towards my tangible heart. This is literally how it’s supposed to be. How I envisioned. And it’s...
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She calls me “papa”…
“baby”…
And other unintelligibles.
Things in between the breath she can barely keep and her sighs that crevasse me. For I am now watershed. Fever-blown and full. Born again and spun. She asks of me certain things. To flip her over. To not let up. To own. She says, with such confidence, that it is her favorite thing. To be down there....
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I am on the fringes of fulfilling contrivance, gasping on successful air, of standing near that cinematicism where your realities become dipped in dreams.
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I can’t believe I actually live in this wonderful city.
She calls me “papa” and asks for pretty things.
The stillness of subway.
I spend more than half my time cataloging songs I know you’d want to fuck to.
Me running through Central Park →
By the way, it’s cold as fuck in the city tonight.
April 2012
Today, my first day in a new job in NYC, miles from home, marks a significant shift in my life. And I am so excited.
I want you more than afterlife.
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I dream of sitting with you at the windowsill. Sharing coffee and the Eastern Sun. I dream of hooky and us taking the C downtown to find flowers for your kitchen. I dream of uptown return and a Central Park picnic. And I dream of then calling it a day before it’s even done. Shutting the blinds. And together — being louder than Manhattan.
If Heaven were a loop, this dream would again...
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It has been months. Tonight we spoke again. She said, “you know, I was literally just thinking, ‘man Jacob is such a nice boy, I hope he finds a great, non-crazy girl who’s way cooler than me’”
I told her some things. How I didn’t care that she was crazy. That we’re all fucked up in a sense. Tragic and shattered, but hanging on somehow. The importance is...
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More writing will be coming once I get settled in Manhattan next week. For now, endure good music.
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So it looks like I’ll be living in Central Park West. Any NYC Tumblerers should message me for drinks
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You know, not once did I actually think I’d be able to move to NYC. I didn’t think it was possible. You spend enough time in a small town, you start to get used to the idea that this is all there is. And all you can handle. But somewhere along the lines, in between then and now, I decided and knew, that that was all shit.
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New York, NY
I look forward to the daily symphony. The incessant steps to a train towards work, towards a beer, towards a darling, or a dinner. To anywhere. Stepping over piss, hurdling over cars, bumping into others, ignoring the chaos, getting lost in transit because I’m drunk. I look forward to it. To the buildings and the alleys, to not getting a taxi that I hailed. To the cruelty of the city. Its...
