Time flows through me like wind through a flute. So whatever pushes time, is playing me between its lips.
Remember when we used to edit those submissions to the literary magazine? We would call out the best-worst lines of the big x-ed over pieces to each other melodramatically and fall apart in giggling.
He knew it was important, and so he tried to follow all of the doctor’s recommendations. But he had never before realized how expensive and time-consuming it was just to be healthy.
She always had her heart broken by genius men. She couldn’t get it through her head that all of the time spent cultivating that intelligence often translated into less time spent developing their emotions and relationships.
Luckily, they both had a passion for garlic. If it had been only one of them, the relationship would have failed.
She wanted so badly to rebel. So she went out and had her hair cut like all the other rebels, wore the same jeans as all the other rebels wore, and bought the same bracelets that all the other rebels bought.
She never washed her hair two days in a row. When asked why not, she always replied that the very idea that you had to was just another way for The Man to steal more time out of your day.
After his sister became a psychologist, he found himself confiding less and less in her. There was the same level of trust, and she never tried to “fix” him; but he didn’t want to appear to be using her services for free.
We’ve been downing this wine for hours, as though it could enhance our collective brilliance. We keep pouring out questions and trying to taste an answer.
He didn’t quite know how to advise his daughter: “It’s one thing to mock a ‘no alarms and no surprises’ mentality; but then again, no one wants a bad surprise.” She looked a little bewildered, so he added, “I guess all we’re saying is that fears shouldn’t prevent you from taking risks.”
She was distraught when Jamie broke up with her. She didn’t actually love him, but she had been hoping this relationship would prove she had been right in leaving Harry.
She loved all the houses she saw and read about in Dwell Magazine but she couldn’t afford anything remotely like them. So she rented a simple apartment, bought a $200 Eames-inspired coat rack, and called it a day.
He should not have been surprised that the woman who once adored him now wished him all manner of evil. The kind of passion that expresses itself as love can just as easily express itself as hate.
Her self-esteem was too fragile to continue going to therapy. There’s nothing worse than feeling judged by you psychologist.
He spent every summer swimming on his neighborhood team, cheering at the meets, and sharing awful concession stand food with his friends. Even now, he gets a little nostalgic over slightly soggy nachos.
She met two Spanish boys while standing in line for an hour outside the palace at Versailles. She passed them crossing the street months later in Rome and said nothing because it felt not like fate, but like pure happenstance.
After watching people in their last hours at the hospital, she concluded the lungs were the stupidest organs of all. She could never figure out why they insisted on struggling ahead long after the rest of the body seemed to have understood what was happening and given up.
He broke up with her the day before finals. She scored 100 on every exam.
He made a lot of promises when drunk. What may have been even more stupid is that he felt compelled to honor them when sober.
The old woman had a very well-educated granddaughter whom she seldom wrote. It wasn’t for lack of love, but rather because she felt her own, uneducated writing would seem laughable.