wicked & Weird

LA Native.
Desert Nomad.

I want to be with you,
it is as simple,
and as complicated as that.

—Charles Bukowski 

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Que haces en el mundo

Que haces en el mundo

My heart didn’t break into a thousand pieces after he left. Instead, I realized all the things he didn’t do. He didn’t want to hear my stories. He didn’t ask me questions. He didn’t hug me out of the blue to make me feel good. His hugs were always a preamble to something else, and after he was gone, I wondered if he ever knew me at all.

—Diane Les Becquets

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And yes, there are days when I feel like the whole world wages war against me and yes, there are days when I feel like scratching off my skin while pouring the unrequited love and the pain down with too much alcohol, but now I sit here at my favourite place on the old bench which surely could tell thousand of stories that warm your heart and let the blood in your veins freeze - and the world is beautiful. How the leaves of the trees swing to the blues of the summer wind, how the orange, blue and white of the sky form a breath-taking masterpiece, how the smell of heather fills my whole body and fights against the devil in my lungs and the ravens in my head. Right now, with the wind blowing through my hair and the sun kissing the earth, I’m happy to be.

—@kaleidosko-p, I Went for a Walk

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That old September feeling, left over from school days, of summer passing, vacation nearly done, obligations gathering, books and football in the air … Another fall, another turned page: there was something of jubilee in that annual autumnal beginning, as if last year’s mistakes had been wiped clean by summer.

—Wallace Stegner

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Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.

—Sylvia Plath 

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…if these years have taught me anything it is this: you can never run away. Not ever. The only way out is in.

—Junot Díaz, The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao

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