mosquita

she was this marvelous parisian woman ...and she had such a wonderful tragic life and she was married three times and each husband died in mysterious circumstances and the last one was a boxing champion ..and she killed him with a fork and she's not even gone to prison because in France, crimes of passion are forgiven

 when I was a little girl, my father told me that if you weren't careful, you could lose everything you've ever earned in life in a split second. you have to know when to cash out.

some people reach a place in time where they've gone as far as they can... the place where wives and jobs collide with desire... that which is unknowable, and those who remain out of sight. "See what is invisible, and you will see what to write." that's how Bobby used to put it. it was the invisible people he wanted to live with. the ones that we walk past every day. the ones we sometimes become. the ones in books who live only in someone's mind's eye. he was a man who was destined to go through life and not around it. a man who was sure the shortest path to heaven was straight through hell. but the truth of his handicap...