n. the smallest measurable unit of human connection, typically exchanged between passing strangers—a flirtatious glance, a sympathetic nod, a shared laugh about some odd coincidence—moments that are fleeting and random but still contain powerful emotional nutrients that can alleviate the symptoms of feeling alone.
“He showed the words “chocolate cake” to a group of Americans and recorded their word associations. “Guilt” was the top response. If that strikes you as unexceptional, consider the response of French eaters to the same prompt: “celebration.”—Michael Pollan (via rosenplantzandguildenfern)
“Without you there is nothing, not even drizzle. Without you there is nothing, not even drizzle.
I will build you bookshelves like you always wanted. I will build you bookshelves like you always wanted.
Missing you is worse than Pittsburgh. Missing you is worse than Pittsburgh.
I will wash my foreskin every day.”—The People of Paper, Salvador Plascencia (via clavicola)
OH MY GOD ARE YOU AN RD APPLICANT TOO?! DID YOU GET A PHYSICAL LETTER IN THE MAIL?! WHAT STATE ARE YOU IN?!
LOL Yes I’m an RD applicant! Nope, no physical letter yet. I’m an international student living in Doha, Qatar so all my letters take a while to get here. They sent me an email informing me of my acceptance last night. DID YOU APPLY? WE COULD BE BFF!
“I think there is a general misconception that you write poems because you ‘have something to say.’ I think, actually, that you write poems because you have something echoing around in the bone-dome of your skull that you cannot say. Poetry allows us to hold many related tangential notions in very close orbit around each other at the same time. The ‘unsayable’ thing at the center of the poem becomes visible to the poet and reader in the same way that dark matter becomes visible to the astrophysicist. You can’t see it, but by measure of its effect on the visible, it can become so precise a silhouette you can almost know it.”—Rebecca Lindenberg (via leopoldgursky)
i just want everything to go back to normal. back to the days when we used to just stay up all night smoking and talking and just being there for each other. i hate this complicated mess we’ve gotten ourselves into. i can’t even talk to you anymore. and i need you right now. and i know you need me too. I’m not going to find anyone to replace you and you’re not gunna find anyone to replace me. it just won’t happen. the kind of connection we have is too rare. fuck, can’t we just start over? i hate this.