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“What a terrible mistake to let go of something wonderful for something real.” —Miranda July, No One Belongs Here More Than You

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Antilamentation by Dorianne Laux

Regret nothing. Not the cruel novels you read
to the end just to find out who killed the cook, not
the insipid movies that made you cry in the dark,
in spite of your intelligence, your sophistication, not
the lover you left quivering in a hotel parking lot,
the one you beat to the punch line, the door or the one
who left you in your red dress and shoes, the ones
that crimped your toes, don’t regret those.
Not the nights you called god names and cursed
your mother, sunk like a dog in the living room couch,
chewing your nails and crushed by loneliness.
You were meant to inhale those smoky nights
over a bottle of flat beer, to sweep stuck onion rings
across the dirty restaurant floor, to wear the frayed
coat with its loose buttons, its pockets full of struck matches.
You’ve walked those streets a thousand times and still
you end up here. Regret none of it, not one
of the wasted days you wanted to know nothing,
when the lights from the carnival rides
were the only stars you believed in, loving them
for their uselessness, not wanting to be saved.
You’ve traveled this far on the back of every mistake,
ridden in dark-eyed and morose but calm as a house
after the TV set has been pitched out the window.
Harmless as a broken ax. Emptied of expectation.
Relax. Don’t bother remembering any of it. Let’s stop here,
under the lit sign on the corner, and watch all the people walk by.

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By Wendy MacNaughton

By Wendy MacNaughton

Runway at Sky Harbor Airport by Kevin Dooley on Flickr.
I am so in love with this photo.

Runway at Sky Harbor Airport by Kevin Dooley on Flickr.

I am so in love with this photo.

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cirrocumulusday:

My dream, basically, in Maira Kalman’s words.

cirrocumulusday:

My dream, basically, in Maira Kalman’s words.

It’s so terrifying and difficult but it’s all that’s left to do when it comes to you. All I could think of are the endless possibilities and the burning hope that it’s not yet the end of the story.

It’s so terrifying and difficult but it’s all that’s left to do when it comes to you. All I could think of are the endless possibilities and the burning hope that it’s not yet the end of the story.

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Simple joys in life: new books by favorite authors.

Simple joys in life: new books by favorite authors.

“If we wait until we’re ready, we’ll be waiting for the rest of our lives.” —Lemony Snicket

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I know good things are going to happen in my 2012, because I’ll be the one making them.

I know good things are going to happen in my 2012, because I’ll be the one making them.

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