Tuesday, September 14, 2010

love like that

Maybe if I were marrying the man of my dreams, I'd spend a couple hundred bucks on a big fuck-off flower for my hair.

Or  maybe I wouldn't care if I were wearing a flower or a scrunchie, because maybe, when you love someone that much, none of the rest of it matters at all.

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Monday, September 6, 2010

my nearly-mother-in-law

You have to find something to love about her, my mother said. Even if it's the way she does her hair. Even if it's her perfume.

Because she's his family, and he loves her.

My friend David, whom I don't even know anymore, once told me that he knew how much people cared about him by the way they treated his cat. Because his cat, it was commonly known, was his most loved thing in the world.

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