December 2009
1 post
Testing if this still works.
August 2009
3 posts
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1 tag
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February 2009
11 posts
“Oh btw, I’m eating one bag of Valentines Kisses and pretending you gave it...”
– The boyfriend, naturally. I should really start a blog: “My boyfriend says the darndest things”
Tomas came to this conclusion: Making love with a woman and sleeping with a woman are two separate passions, not merely different but opposite. Love does not make itself felt in the desire for copulation (a desire that extends to an infinite number of women) but in the desire for shared sleep (a desire limited to one woman). — Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being
Even After All this time The sun never says to the earth, “You owe me” Look What happens with a love like that It lights the whole sky — Hafiz
“People in general attach too much importance to words. They are under the...”
– Theodore Dreiser
“Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else’s opinions, their...”
– -Oscar Wilde
LIKE, TOTALLY.
i like my body when it is with your
i like my body when it is with your body. It is so quite new a thing. Muscles better and nerves more. i like your body. i like what it does, i like its hows. i like to feel the spine of your body and its bones, and the trembling -firm-smooth ness and which i will again and again and again kiss, i like kissing this and that of you, i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz of your electric...
Liberté, a French textbook by Gretchen Angelo →
Belfast Tune
Here’s a girl from a dangerous town She crops her dark hair short so that less of her has to frown when someine gets hurt. She folds her memories like a parachute. Dropped, she collects the peat and cooks her veggies at home: they shoot here where they eat. Ah, there’s more sky in these parts than, say, ground. Hence her voice’s pitch, and her stare stains your retina like a...
You Can't Have It All
But you can have the fig tree and its fat leaves like clown hands gloved with green. You can have the touch of a single eleven-year-old finger on your cheek, waking you at one a.m. to say the hamster is back. You can have the purr of the cat and the soulful look of the black dog, the look that says, If I could I would bite every sorrow until it fled, and when it is August, you can have it...
November 2008
1 post
tales from a modern relationship
weebleswobble:
even though he hasn’t picked up his phone all day, i know he’s alright because he updated his blog.
October 2008
3 posts
Lover: Is there such a thing as cute sex? I have to prepare my pubic bone for you. Coz i know you're gonna beat it up. I beat it up ahead of time.
Me: OMG WTF IS THAT HOW IT WORKS?
“I don’t care whatever it takes to be with you.”
– Whatever It Takes, The Faders
September 2008
4 posts
“I put my hand on him. Touching him was always so important to me. It was...”
– Jonathan Safran Foer
There was too wide a space between us, awkward and wrong, and it needed to be bridged. Here we are, I was thinking, a few inches apart instead of thousands of miles, yet neither of us made an effort to reach out to take the other’s hand. Were we better at loving each other from afar?
I want to meet you without ever planning to meet, sit next to you on the subway and get off at the wrong stop. We’ll change our clothes, buy five dollar outfits and chase cats through alleys, steal the cameras of tourists to take pictures of graffiti, follow them back to their hotels to give the items back. We’ll find a protest and teach an anarchist to sing, set the unwanted dogs at the SPCA...
August 2008
29 posts
Your Bed is too Small for Fucking and Poetry
I knew the bed would be too small
for all the things
I still want to dream about us
that we would toss
turn our way lose ourselves
in each other’s limbs
and rut there all over again
too small for the full-bodied voluptuousness
we carry
too small for the full-contact fuck
we create
too small for the full slick sweat we surrender
too small...
“Maybe that’s what it all comes down to. Love, not as a surge of passion, but as...”
– Emily Giffin
“There will always be men struggling to change, and there will always be those...”
– Ernest J Gaines
“I may not be different, but I’m definitely not the same.”
– William J. Dybus
I did not resurface.
OCTOBER
NOVEMBER
DECEMBER
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-Bella Swan, New Moon
“And I’ll make you a promise in return,” he said. “I promise that this will be the last time you’ll see me. I won’t come back. I won’t put you through anything like this again. You can go on with your life without any more interference from me. It will be as if I’d never existed.”
-Edward Cullen, New Moon
“I want to give you my breath, my strength, my will to be here
That’s the...”
– Cater 2 U, Destiny’s Child
We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.
-Anaïs Nin
“Anyone can be passionate, but it takes real lovers to be silly.”
– Rose Franken
What ravages of spirit Conjured this temptuous rage Created you a monster Broken by the rules of love And fate has led you through it You do what you have to do And fate has led you through it You do what you have to do And I have the sense to recognize That I don’t know how to let you go Every moment marked With apparitions of your soul I’m ever swiftly moving Trying to escape this desire The...
A Year Today
The world carries on without you But nothing remains the same I’ll be lost without you Until the last of days
-Last of Days, A Fine Frenzy
(Photo credit: crazy-ivory)
“When it comes to falling in love there are, I think, two kinds of people. The first one who has a well-laid plan by which they seek a partner that possesses certain preferred qualities and characteristics. Upon finding such a person, they pursue a cautious and measured courtship, waiting for signs of reassurance before giving in to feelings of attachment, never taking too much risk, slowly and...
polaroidgirl:
Gotta Have You by The Weepies
No...
“Yesterday at the market, I saw a couple holding hands… and I realized...”
– Isolde, Tristan + Isolde
“you fit into me
like a hook into an eye
a fish hook
an open eye”
– Margaret Atwood
Put Your Arms Around Me, Natasha Bedingfield
So many up and downs and nothing has changed That’s why you know I’m here to stay Ain’t nobody gonna replace, only you make me feel this saved So put your arms around me and then stay there forever Let it always be this way, you and me together So put you arms around me and I’ll never let go I know they’re easy words to say, but I mean it more than ever Yours is the...
“Just one thing,” she says, raising her head and looking me straight in the...”
– -Kafka On The Shore, Haruki Murakami
(A shame, really, that I’ve only read one Murakami: Sputnik Sweetheart. First book I ever bought with my own money, from my very first pay check back when I began working in March 2006)