“I can’t help thinking that a reason that nobody talks about intervening in Zimbabwe is that it’s not considered strategic. So it lacks the two trigger exports that would gain an intervention, and those exports are oil and international terrorism. It doesn’t export either of those two things that tend to attract Western intervention.”—Journalist Peter Godwin, on watching NATO and the U.S. intervene in Libya (via nprfreshair)
“I’m still waiting for the 56 lbs of cheese to digest from yesterday. It was, more accurately, 3 bricks of cheese, brie and cream cheese. We’re trying to prevent osteoporosis. At this rate it will take Keanu Reeves on a bus to break even one bone of mine.”— Jill.
Still remind me of the ups and downs Of your mood in the mornings The way we used to devour one another The minute the doors closed And how your hand cupped on my face Gave my stomach that weightless feeling The one you get both Flying And falling
You left some words here Empty and misguided as they are I figured I should return them In the spirit of keeping things civil
You left words here like Love After you pulled the trigger with your eyes closed I found it embedded on my tongue Tell me how long did you know That your mouth was firing From the chamber of an unloaded heart
I found words like Together In a pile of dirty clothes that still smell of you You must have misplaced them in your haste To get out before the rain stopped giving life To your excuses and hung you out to dry
I am delivering these words back to you Wrapping them up with frayed heartstrings And a thank you note written in shaky cursive Perhaps in the future You will take better care of them