I love you.
:’) aw you’re too sweet.
May 2012
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contiguous, adj.
I felt silly for even mentioning it, but once I did, I knew I had to explain.
“When I was a kid, “I had this puzzle with all fifty states on it—you know, the kind where you have to fit them all together. And one day I got it in my head that California and Nevada were in love. I told my mom, and she had no idea what I was talking about. I ran and got those two pieces and showed it to her—California and Nevada, completely in love. So a lot of the time when we’re like this”—my ankles against the backs of your ankles, my knees fitting into the backs of your knees, my thighs on the backs of your legs, my stomach against your back, my chin folding into your neck—“I can’t help but think about California and Nevada, and how we’re a lot like them. If someone were drawing us from above as a map. that’s what we’d look like; that’s how we are.”
For a moment, you were quiet. And then you nestled in and whispered.
“Contiguous.”
And I knew you understood.
the shipfitter's wife: (1) →
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You ate everything that day.
Pools, change purses, sweaters, pavement,
butterfly wings, leaves, watermelon seedsthat three dollar china set you ended
up paying twenty dollars forthe fingerprints on the wine glass stained the color poinsettia,
candle wicks, a seashell necklace, blankets, pillows,
flight, that replica of Starry Night, apple peelsthat vial of tears you swear came from Ariel herself,
coffee beans, words, violin strings, church steeples,
secrets whispered behind children’s cupped palmsI don’t know where you got your appetite from
and when I asked youYou licked your fingers and grinned
(I swear I saw some sunlight caught between your teeth)
and you told me:“You are what you eat.”
When I finally thought you were finished,
you came back to me with your stomachsingly faintly of lost moons and birch trees.
You put your arms around me like I was a
burn victim and maybe I was at the time,
and it turns out that teeth are
tiny windows into things.And I know what it feels like now to have
someone eat through my ribs to this noisy heart
orchestrating the clock of my body
with the music notes scrawled on my lungs.You ate those, too.
“The road now stretched across open country, and it occured to me - not by way of protest, not as a symbol, or anything like that, but merely as a novel experience - that since I had disregarded all laws of humanity, I might as well disregard the rules of traffic. So I crossed to the left side of the highway and checked the feeling, and the feeling was good. It was a pleasant diaphragmal melting, with elements of diffused tactility, all this enhanced by the thought that nothing could be nearer to the elimination of basic physical laws than deliberately driving on the wrong site of the road.”
—Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita
"like stars burning holes right through the dark"- wheres this quote from?
Sleepyhead- Passion Pit. :’)
“punctuate, v.
Cue the imaginary interviewer:
Q: So when all is said and done, what have you learned here?
A: The key to a successful relationship isn’t just in the words, it’s the choice of punctuation. When you’re in love with someone, a well-placed question mark can be the difference between bliss and disaster, and a deeply respected period or a cleverly inserted ellipsis can prevent all kinds of exclamations.” —David Levithan, The Lover’s Dictionary
Cue the imaginary interviewer:
Q: So when all is said and done, what have you learned here?
A: The key to a successful relationship isn’t just in the words, it’s the choice of punctuation. When you’re in love with someone, a well-placed question mark can be the difference between bliss and disaster, and a deeply respected period or a cleverly inserted ellipsis can prevent all kinds of exclamations.” —David Levithan, The Lover’s Dictionary
“posterity, n.
I try not to think about us growing old together, mostly because I try not to think about growing old at all. Both things — the years passing, the years together — are too enormous to contemplate. But one morning, I gave in. You were asleep, and I imagined you older and older. Your hair graying, your skin folded and creased, your breath catching. And I found myself thinking: If this continues, if this goes on, then when I die, your memories of me will be my greatest accomplishment. Your memories will be my most lasting impression.” —David Levithan, The Lover’s Dictionary
I try not to think about us growing old together, mostly because I try not to think about growing old at all. Both things — the years passing, the years together — are too enormous to contemplate. But one morning, I gave in. You were asleep, and I imagined you older and older. Your hair graying, your skin folded and creased, your breath catching. And I found myself thinking: If this continues, if this goes on, then when I die, your memories of me will be my greatest accomplishment. Your memories will be my most lasting impression.” —David Levithan, The Lover’s Dictionary
i just want to say your blog is inspiring<3
Aw, is it? Thank you! x
Things to do this summer:
- Finish reading Lolita, The History of Love, and Eating Animals (and unfold all of my dogeared pages)
- Collate a book full of my favorite quotes
- Continue working on my collage book!
- Create a playlists of songs, each reminding me of a place / person / object
- Reorganize my iTunes
- Go to NYC, get a Polaroid and take snapshots of every moment worth remembering
- Study for my Math exam!
- Watch Rosemary’s Baby / Whatever happened to Baby Jane? / all the horror movies in IMDB’s top 10
- Make Red Velvet cupcakes with strawberries c:
- Write, write, write!
- Think of my raison d’être, make a list.
- Redecorate my room!
- Carry out research as to why I should get contact-lenses and think of methods to convince my parents
- Not sleep for an entire week
- Try Lucid Dreaming once more c: (the feeling’s ethereal, seriously)
