Mirror pics because it’s hard to remember what a wear and it somehow feels like a significant detail.

It was -40degrees outside. I have never loved my TopShop Abominable Snowman coat more.
9th Jul 201406:04
15th May 201408:35445 notes

I have never lived anywhere where I have received so many notes. It must be officially written somewhere in the lease I never read that notes are the best tactic to communicate with strangers you share a roof with, i.e. your apartment neighbors. I may get tweets, posts, comments and chats from people I barely know, but nothing can beat a hand-delivered note to maintain anonymity while sending a poignant message. Which is exactly what has been happening amongst me and my neighbors 

They aren’t always nice notes. Happy Monday to you too. 
imageI send one to all those who enter my apartment to fix radiators and locks that lock you in from the inside. (Sorry, is it too much to ask?)
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Typewriters add extra an extra level of mystery that makes the request demand respect. I must certainly made a concerted effort to resist playing The National emotionally loud and refrain from getting enthusiastic with the Sound of Music soundtrack while cleaning (yeah, try it and tell me its not fun). 
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Stranger game aside, notes can come in handy for communicating within more developed but similarly casual relationships. My neighbor Jodi and I talk had a practical conversation about wifi via several Q&As slipped under the doors. Which brings me to my most recently received note from a neighbor I shall not name.
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Tall, dark-haired, strong-shouldered and incredibly bashful, he lives down the hall from me.  He can’t seem to keep his words when we run into each other on the stairs. The other day when my coworkers were lingering in the hall after wrapping a photoshoot at my place and called down to them if I was around. He was waiting outside when I entered the hall after I had tied my converse on. When he asked me if I had gotten his note, I didn’t know what to say. “It was a nice note.” How do you said Imnotexactlysingle without sounding pretentious?
Perhaps I should try a note. 
An *impatient for summer* ice cream stop with M
13th Apr 201406:321 note
Why is hostessing so fun?
7th Apr 201405:26
23rd Mar 201420:4440,772 notes
20th Mar 201409:58832 notes

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snow in March and the birds still on morning vigil over Loring

I
Among twenty snowy mountains,   
The only moving thing   
Was the eye of the blackbird.   
II
I was of three minds,   
Like a tree   
In which there are three blackbirds.   
III
The blackbird whirled in the autumn winds.   
It was a small part of the pantomime.   
IV
A man and a woman   
Are one.   
A man and a woman and a blackbird   
Are one.   
V
I do not know which to prefer,   
The beauty of inflections   
Or the beauty of innuendoes,   
The blackbird whistling   
Or just after.   
VI
Icicles filled the long window   
With barbaric glass.   
The shadow of the blackbird   
Crossed it, to and fro.   
The mood   
Traced in the shadow   
An indecipherable cause.   
VII
O thin men of Haddam,   
Why do you imagine golden birds?   
Do you not see how the blackbird   
Walks around the feet   
Of the women about you?   
VIII
I know noble accents   
And lucid, inescapable rhythms;   
But I know, too,   
That the blackbird is involved   
In what I know.   
IX
When the blackbird flew out of sight,   
It marked the edge   
Of one of many circles.   
X
At the sight of blackbirds   
Flying in a green light,   
Even the bawds of euphony   
Would cry out sharply.   
XI
He rode over Connecticut   
In a glass coach.   
Once, a fear pierced him,   
In that he mistook   
The shadow of his equipage   
For blackbirds.   
XII
The river is moving.   
The blackbird must be flying.   
XIII
It was evening all afternoon.   
It was snowing   
And it was going to snow.   
The blackbird sat   
In the cedar-limbs.
 —- Wallace Stevens
timeshaiku:

A haiku from the article: ‘Quesadillas,’ by Juan Pablo Villalobos
10th Mar 201419:5080 notes
Opaque  by  andbamnan