if you can watch me devour like five pounds of chicken wings and not be overcome with the urge to make love to me then we are probably not for each other
are drinking wine right from the
bottle and I know the length you
like to keep your fingernails. You
are cute when you hum to music
and think no one is listening. I
like to watch your hands when
you are talking on the phone and
imagining I’m the only person in
the world who knows these details.
If you ever go missing, I will
describe you to the police by
explaining the way your breath
sounds and how your jaw looks
when you are laughing."
having a “celebrating my body” moment in the tub, and all the good things it allows me to do
also i have finally achieved christina aguilera stripped album cover hair circa 2002 and it’s gloriousTags: #girl #gpoy #hair #toronto #hooray
Harold Bloom on J.K. Rowling: How to read ‘Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone’? Why, very quickly, to begin with, and perhaps also to make an end. Why read it? Presumably, if you cannot be persuaded to read anything better, Rowling will have to do.
H. G. Wells on George Bernard Shaw: An idiot child screaming in a hospital.
Ralph Waldo Emerson on Jane Austen: Miss Austen’s novels . . . seem to me vulgar in tone, sterile in artistic invention, imprisoned in the wretched conventions of English society, without genius, wit, or knowledge of the world.
William Faulkner on Ernest Hemingway: He has never been known to use a word that might send a reader to the dictionary.
Ernest Hemingway on William Faulkner: Poor Faulkner. Does he really think big emotions come from big words?
W. H. Auden on Robert Browning: I don’t think Robert Browning was very good in bed. His wife probably didn’t care for him very much. He snored and had fantasies about twelve-year-old girls.
Mark Twain on Jane Austen: Every time I read ‘Pride and Prejudice,’ I want to dig her up and hit her over the skull with her own shin-bone.
i have this dream where the both of us are sitting side by side, giving an interview to a mystery reporter about why we failed
it’s uncomfortable, but we’re good sports about it
like we are with most things
like we were when we said goodbye, which is kind of interesting when you take into consideration the weight of what was felt
the reporter asks us how we feel about each other now and you shift in your seat, and i can feel the walls vibrating, and the lights start feeling hot on my skin
you say that enough time has passed and that i’m still the best person you know, and then you reach over and give my hand a little squeeze
you still haven’t looked me in the eye once, but the reporter doesn’t notice that
they nod one of those “wow what a civil answer, how do they do it” nods and then turns to me optimistically thinking that i will keep with tonight’s feel good vibes
i say that i have mostly good feelings.
there is a lot of love there. a lot of nostalgia. i say that i have sad feelings too. or maybe wishful is a better word
i say i wish that we were enough for each other
i say i wish that our demise had been an explosion instead of a slow burn
i say i wish that being with you hadn’t felt so much like i was just giving up on myself
and then the interview ends.
i’ve pretty much been m.i.a minus the occasional reblog. my apologies though things aren’t flowing like they use to. this is a weird patch right now but i’m doing the best i can so hopefully this will all come full circle and i’ll have some new shit to say