(i love you)
And every time I’m close to you, there’s too much I can’t say, and you just walk away.
after the flood
i'm not smart or witty or eloquent, so i quote stuff instead, and not necessarily for any reason other than that i just like it and/or have it stuck in my head at the moment. i lack discriminating taste and like pretty much everything, but it is also exceedingly likely that this is going to turn into nonstop emo spam. word of warning or something.
Dec 13
Dec 12
is it because i’m ugly
not sure how i feel about tonight just yet.
and, disenchanted, i’m enamoured yet
Dec 11
Nothing takes the taste out of peanut butter quite like unrequited love.
Nothing lasts forever, all good things must end. I’ve memorized that phrase by heart. So tell me, I need to know it: when do the good things start?
Dec 10
Illuminations XII
Quand le monde sera réduit en un seul bois noir pour nos quatre yeux étonnés— en une plage pour deux enfants fidèles— en une maison musicale pour notre claire sympathie— je vous trouverai.
Qu’il n’y ait ici-bas qu’un vieillard seul, calme et beau, entouré d’un luxe inouï— et je suis à vos genoux.
Que j’aie réalisé tous vos souvenirs— que je sois celle qui sais vous garrotter— je vous étoufferai.
Quand nous sommes très forts— qui recule? Très gais— qui tombe de ridicule? Quand nous sommes très méchants— que ferait-on de nous?
Parez-vous, dansez, riez. Je ne pourrai jamais envoyer l’Amour par la fenêtre.
(When the world is reduced to a single dark wood for our two pairs of dazzled eyes— to a beach for two faithful children— to a musical house for our clear understanding— then I shall find you.
Where there is only one man on earth, lonely, peaceful, handsome, living in unsurpassed luxury— then I am at your feet.
When I have realized all your memories— when I am the girl who can tie your hands— then I will stifle you.
When we are very strong— who draws back? Or very happy— who collapses from ridicule? When we are very bad— what can they do to us?
Dress up, dance, laugh. I will never be able to throw love out of the window.)
Dec 09
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
it’s the season of grace coming out of the void, where a man is saved by a voice in the distance. it’s the season of possible miracle cures, where hope is currency and death is not the last unknown, where time begins to fade and age is welcome home. it’s the season of eyes meeting over the noise and holding fast with sharp realization. it’s the season of cold making warmth a divine intervention. you are safe here, you know now. it’s the season of scars and of wounds in the heart, of feeling the full weight of our burdens. it’s the season of bowing our heads in the wind and knowing we are not alone in fear, not alone in the dark.
don’t forget i love you.
