I leave the kitchen table to bathe, and to dress for church. If only my closet held on its shelves an array of faces I could wear rather than dresses, I would know which face to put on today. As for the dresses, I haven't a clue.
Tim CummingsStichwörter: love poetry war afterlife addiction class-struggle suicide brothers hollywood plays ghosts teenagers astrology dolls jocks mothers-and-daughters screenplays epilepsy children-of-celebrities gay-and-lesbian goth-lifestyle progeria
It’s easier for me to make sense of it that way than it is for me to face the other way—reality. And yet, those evil spirits that were unleashed—be they fake entities from a stupid carnival ride, or cruel malevolencies from dark spiritual chasms of our universe—have stayed with me all these years
Tim CummingsStichwörter: love poetry war afterlife addiction class-struggle suicide brothers hollywood plays ghosts teenagers astrology dolls jocks mothers-and-daughters screenplays epilepsy children-of-celebrities gay-and-lesbian goth-lifestyle progeria
Listen, we’ll come visit you. Okay? I’ll dress up as William Shakespeare, Lucent as Emily Dickinson, and beautiful ‘Ray’ as someone dashing and manly like Jules Verne or Ernest Hemingway...and we’ll write on your white-room walls. We’ll write you out of your supposed insanity. I love you, Micky Affias.
-James (from "Descendants of the Eminent")
Stichwörter: love poetry war afterlife addiction class-struggle suicide brothers hollywood plays ghosts teenagers astrology dolls jocks mothers-and-daughters screenplays epilepsy children-of-celebrities gay-and-lesbian goth-lifestyle progeria
Being his real brother I could feel I live in his shadows, but I never have and I do not now. I live in his glow.
Michael MorpurgoStichwörter: love charlie brothers comfort brotherhood private tommo
You're some freaky shit, my brother. You really are
J.R. WardStichwörter: humor love brothers black-dagger-brotherhood rhage
Maybe one is enough
Swati AvasthiStichwörter: brothers abuse saving-people
Yet even in the loneliness of the canyon I knew there were others like me who had brothers they did not understand but wanted to help. We are probably those referred to as "our brother's keepers," possessed of one of the oldest and possible one of the most futile and certainly one of the most haunting instincts. It will not let us go.
Norman MacleanStichwörter: family people philosophy relationships brothers
My brother, he says. My brother is dead.
"And again he asks me to kill him. One more time before he falls to his knees and sobs. And i get it. I do. Because i have a brother too.
Stichwörter: understanding brothers
Even though Graham and I went back to arguing and stealing socks and hiding each other's toothbrushes in the litter box, I didn't forget that Graham didn't think I needed a best friend, because either it meant he thought I was cool enough to handle everything alone or—and this was what I hoped—it meant that he was my best friend, quietly, forever, no matter what.
I mean, after all, whose skates had I been wearing?
Stichwörter: brothers best-friends
So once the zookeeper realized it was the monkeys who stole the bananas, he knew there was only one way he'd be able to get them back."
"How?" I whispered. My throat was so sore.
"Don't talk. He had to beat them in shuffleboard, of course."
"What?"
"I said don't talk. Monkeys love shuffleboard."
He used a page from a homework assignment he'd failed and a stack of quarters to make a shuffleboard court. I watched the monkeys and the zookeepers have their showdown while I sipped the last of my applejuice.
"Need more?" Graham asked me without looking up, when my straw skidded against the dry bottom of the box.
"Uh uh."
"You're supposed to drink juice."
"I just drank some."
"More, though."
I shook my head.
"Drink more juice or the monkeys are going to kill you. The only thing they love more than shuffleboard is beating up dehydrated sick boys.
Stichwörter: monkeys brothers sickness shuffleboard
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