A.Lane

born to break hearts

You were born to break hearts.

Someone said that to me once. You were born to break hearts.

I laughed at him, at the time. People weren’t born to do anything, I had thought. I’m not sure I find it very funny, now.

What if I was, though? Born to beak hearts. Do you think you were born to do something? I don’t mean born to cure cancer or fight a war, but something else. It’s who you are, not something accomplished. Well, I was.

I was born to break hearts. It’s really the only thing I’m any good at. I can’t run very far or write software programs. I can’t make eggs or correctly use the television remote. I can be intriguing and encompassing and giving. For a little while. For just long enough. Long enough to break something.

I was born to break hearts. I want you to know that doesn’t exclude my own. I break mine in beautiful synchronicity with all of the others. I want you to know that. They’re not alone in this. I’m not either. No one is alone.

Do you remember being a child? Do you remember when you saw something so lovely and fragile and you held it in your hands? You marveled at it and turned it over and over and over and then all of the sudden it was gone and there was glass in your hands. There was all this empty glass. It was whole and then it was gone and there was all this glass and it could cut you, be careful. Did you ever do that?

You ok, bro?

bamgruz:

I can’t. I can’t even.

Double Down

twonew:

by Ashley Lane

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We went to Double Down on the East Side when it was still Double Down—before it was St. Roch’s, but still a Saints Bar.

He had said, in the text message: 

It’s waaay East. Like. Across-the-tracks East.

I hadn’t been that far east in Austin. I hadn’t really been to a good dive bar in Austin yet, either.  The grungy bars on Red River seem like dives, but they’re not. Not really.

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WHEN YOUR FRIEND WITH A TRUCK WON’T TAKE YOU TO IKEA

wheninatx:

Works in IT, from Los Angeles

twonew:

by Ashley Lane

(via)

We walked through a group of drunk people on Red River in downtown Austin. All the bars were closed.


“Would you like to go get some coffee somewhere?” he asked. 


“Oh, darling, you’ll be up for days if you have coffee now,” I said.


“Honey, you know me so well.”

We were playing a couple that had been together forever. We pretended to be madly in love.

Let’s rewind a few hours.

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I know I’ve posted this before here. but. it’s better this time. Also, yay!

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