"I hope that life is what I've been told it would be. The one wish I have for myself is that someday, when everything is set in place, I will be happy, taking comfort in the fact that, everything will end up, how it was always meant to be" - AGP

as requested, this entire set of cards are posted as a group. Bluntin ftw

One of my favorite memories is when I walked inside a friends house to pick him up for the second day of Slutfest and he went "Hug me! Hug me! My sweatshirt just got out of the dryer!", so we hugged and spun around his living room while his mom stood in the doorway laughing.

Everytime I do laundry I think of that moment.

"I wonder if emotion is a choice or a natural reaction. I wonder if people are exactly where they want to be. I wonder why marriages end. I wonder why people are never satisfied".

The Index Card project

In 2006 I sent my first envelope of index cards off to a boy in Texas, with fill in the banks written on them by me. All sets are the same other than the persons name on the first card, and I've collected a huge stack of them over the years as well as lost way too many in transaction. Each set gets sent out the same, and when they are returned completed become unique, transformed and a piece of each person. Occasionally someone will make me a set to fill out to return back to them, so it's only fair to start with me.

Once I had a friend that was so close and good to me that we stopped communicating things in verbal sentences and explored sharing our emotions to each other through sound and saying each others name repeatedly. They say that when you hear your name, your brain recognizes it as your favorite word, and you get a small rush of happy emotion. I believe in it.

"I do not know what is going to happen and that is scary, but then again, when do we ever know what is going on. All I know is that I am attracted to you on so many more levels the the stares I share with strangers on the bus to work". -MDM

There used to be a boy who wrote me love letters so bare and beautiful it made me shiver. We don't really talk much anymore but the valentine he gave me was haunting and precious. After our year long communication largely through a paper trail things trailed off and I haven't received anything like his words since. I'm not saying I'm upset to not have gotten anything so touching since, but it makes me sad to think that letter writing is such a lost art, and that people don't take as much time to tell each other sincerely how they think of each other. 

This page is dedicated to his words for me to hopefully write even as half as exposed words to people I care about, and keep up with writing in general. Its about letters and communication, and reveling in revealing friendship. Emotion is such a shape shifter, heart breaker and alternate creature that we can never truly tame, but only analyze and attempt to capture in the tiniest degree... let's see what happens.