
No One Belongs Here More Than You

He looked like he was standing in a strong wind.
Miranda July • No One Belongs Here More Than You
It seemed incredibly dangerous to look into each other’s eyes, but we were doing it. For how long can you behold another person? Before you have to think of yourself again, like dipping the brush back in for more ink.
Miranda July • No One Belongs Here More Than You
Even a duck or a bear looks civilized when clothed. I pulled down my jean shorts and lifted my shirt over my head.
Miranda July • No One Belongs Here More Than You
When I said “a lot of work,” I moved my hands apart to represent all the work. He stared at the space between my palms and asked if I played the accordion.
Miranda July • No One Belongs Here More Than You
We had loved people we really shouldn’t have loved and then married other people in order to forget our impossible loves, or we had once called out hello into the cauldron of the world and then run away before anyone could respond.
Miranda July • No One Belongs Here More Than You
She was still having the trouble with the bobbin this week, as I was. Sue took out her bobbin entirely and set it on the floor. Bobbinless and with great confidence. That Sue.
Miranda July • No One Belongs Here More Than You
I, on the other hand, have never been able to convincingly wear athletic gear, and prison life would kill me.
Miranda July • No One Belongs Here More Than You
I watched her walk into the store as unself-consciously as an animal in a nature documentary.
Miranda July • No One Belongs Here More Than You
There were empty rooms in the house where they had meant to put their love, and they worked together to fill these rooms with midcentury modern furniture. Herman Miller, George Nelson, Charles and Ray Eames.