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locked and loaded. [Jan. 29th, 2008 ♥ 07:09 pm]
[feeling | thoughtful]
[hearing |Ingrid Michaelson - Keep Breathing]

My name is Amber, and at times I can be difficult to fathom.
This journal is mainly private; I rarely open my heart to someone new.
I can think of a couple who may add me; you know who you are.
Sorry to dissapoint, but you can be moving right along.

[ I left my heart on gj


The Age of Silence [Nov. 23rd, 1988 ♥ 02:23 am]
[feeling | good]
[hearing |Something Corporate - Konstantine]

The first language humans had was gestures. There was nothing primative about this language that flowed from people's hands, nothing we say now that could not be said in the endless array of movements possible with the fine bones of the fingers and wrists. The gestures were complex, and subtle, involving a delicasy of motion that has since been lost completely

Naturally, there were misunderstandings. There were times when a finger might have been lifted to scratch a nose, and if casual eye contact was made with one's lover just then, the lover might accidently take it to be the gesture, not at all dissimilar for Now I realize I was wrong to love you. These mistakes were heartbreaking and yet, beacuase people knew how easily they could happen, because they didn't go around with the illusion that they understood perfectly the things other people said, they were used to interrupting each other to ask if they'd understood correctly.

Sometimes these misunderstandings were even desirable, since they gave people a reason to say, Forgive me, I was only scratching my nose. Of course I know I've always been right to love you.

Nicole Krauss, The History of Love

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