brown dress with white dots
"It's hard convincing yourself that where you are at the moment is your home, and it's not always where your heart is. Sometimes I win and sometimes not."
-- Jonathan Carroll
She knew he possessed a quality few males do. It was an instinctive thing that most of the men who had it didn’t even know was there. Yet it was the most formidable part of their arsenal: They made you feel totally comfortable when you were together with them. On the street, in bed, having lunch, having sex, having a laugh, a walk or whatever— it didn’t matter. You breathed normally with them. You didn’t feel any need to put on airs or puff out your chest or pretend to be someone you weren’t. Yes, this fellow wanted to be in your pants, but he also wanted to be in your head and hang around together sharing the day. You felt that whenever you were with him. You were certain you were exactly where he wanted to be at that moment. The things you said or did genuinely interested him.
Jonathan Carroll / GLASS SOUP
Paul Barbera
Loving someone is easy. It’s your car and all you have to do is start the engine, give her a little gas and point the thing wherever you want to go. But being loved is like being taken for a ride in someone else’s car. Even if you think they’ll be a good driver, you always have the innate fear they might do something wrong: in an instant you’ll both be flying through the windshield toward imminent disaster. Being loved can be the most frightening thing of all. Because love means good-bye to control; and what happens if halfway or three-quarters of the way through the trip you decide you want to go back, or in a different direction, and you’re only the codriver?
Jonathan Carroll / Bones of The Moon




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Vintage French Clock.  (attic.©2013)
 
There are moments in life that usually happen out of the blue, where you remember something you haven’t thought about in years. And as the memory comes and goes, you realize only now how incredibly special that moment was. You’ve needed years more of life and experience to comprehend that that experience way back when was like few others. At the time it happened it was nice but nothing more. It doesn’t necessarily have to have been a big or important event either. Today I remembered a meal with my mother on the Long Island Shore back when I was around 20. Nothing special about it— just a meal with Mom. But all of the elements together— where we were, what was going on at the time, what was coming up… all combined to make a perfect storm of happiness. The sadness of course being that it took this long for me to realize that meal together was not just nice— it was one of the golden times.
Jonathan Carroll
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