j.c., things i don’t remember writing for you

i.
i want to give you a key but the root of it all is
i don’t trust you.

ii.
i’m going to tell you a story and start at the end.
the end is, you broke my heart, or i broke my heart,
and maybe yours too. it’s not the ending
that makes a story. it’s everything else.

iii.
yeah, okay, so i’m a liar. so i do miss you. so
what if i’m always drunk and on the verge
of telling you? so what?

iv.
it’s just that i know better. your home wasn’t me
and i want to give you a key but i’m scared you don’t want it.
i guess i don’t believe in loving two people
at one time, and i’m afraid of hearing her name
in your laughter.

v.
i don’t understand how anyone loves anyone anymore.
there’s just so much doubt. and i’m not saying we should love
each other, but i am just saying i don’t understand it.
even the people i know in love seem miserable about it.

vi.
every time i dream about you, it’s the same night. variations
on a theme. every time we go eighty in a sixty-five zone,
one hand on the wheel and one in my hair. every time,
you ruin every song on the radio for me. did you miss me
at all?

vii.
some songs still remind me of you and they feel like clichés,
like your teeth on my neck in central park, in the met,
in the back of the taxi. we left something behind
every time, we just didn’t know what.

viii.
it’s just, i don’t really think i’ll ever stop looking
over my shoulder. every new year moving forward
but looking back. at you. at us.

j.c., oh, darling

i think of us like summer, those hazy days stretching
and rolling into one another. continuous. infinite.
how i would lie in bed with my feet up on the wall
as we lost weeks talking on the phone. how we
pretended to be tourists, wandering through times square
shouting darling, we made it, the big apple!
that day in central park when you said it was over
but you couldn’t stop touching my waist, and i had
to pretend to pay attention to the book you were
reading from when all i wanted was to taste the salt
on your skin. the next girl you take to a museum,
will she kiss you on the nose too? it was my way of
saying goodbye, i was always trying but i didn’t
have the guts. it seems like all i think about these days
is your shoulders and how far they are from me. i always
tell myself i’m moving on, but every time i write about you
i seem to end up in the same place: lying on my bed, feet
up on the wall, just waiting for the phone to ring.

we-are-star-stuff:

This is maybe one of the greatest wild life phenomenon on the planet ever captured on lens!

In the sea of Cortez, Baja California, Mexico, a massive congregation of Munkiana Devil Rays, relative of manta rays, was captured by a German photographer Florian Schulz, displaying unusual event which he dubbed as the Flight of the Rays.

But as this wonderful perspective shows, for all the individuals leaping out that are visible at sea level, there are many more below the surface. The jaw-dropping image below shows only a quarter of the whole scene.

No one knows why the rays gather like this, whether to mate, herd prey or migrate or just for the sheer joy of being together.

bleu:

look , i literally can’t stress how cute this deleted parks and rec scene is and im about to lose my fucking shit.

sinkngdeep:

I took this in the plane coming home from washington.
Look at those perfect colors.

©CP