Wednesday, May 16, 2012

She wants to know if I love her. That’s all anyone wants from anyone else. 
Not love itself but the knowledge that love is there...
like new batteries in the flashlight in the emergency kit in the hall closet.”
— Jonathan Safran Foer 
“The Visual Topography of a Generation Gap ( I, II, III)” by Daniel Bejar

A copy was made from each original key,
then a copy was made from that copy. This process was repeated until the
original keys information was destroyed, resulting in the topography of a
generation.

via VVork
"A copy was made from each original key, then a copy was made from that copy. 
This process was repeated until the original keys information was destroyed, 
resulting in the topography of a generation."



I want what they had.

we wish for each other more than we'll ever let known.

Saturday, May 12, 2012

tell me that you love me.
baby, shout it out.
tell me that you need me, darling,
in both whisper and out-loud.
you've got a glorious tongue, 
don't let it go to waste.
sing to me your life long story,
convey me with your taste.

lets dress like fucking kittens
and go dancing round the city.


Coffee in my body.

P A P E R  M A N, P A P E R  L A M P,
P A P E R  L O V E, P A P E R  H E A R T S.
Never let him see you ache,
And never let him see your bare ass.



I'm just about late to, at, and for everything.
With the exception of that one monthly visitor, of course.

Thursday, May 3, 2012


But I don't have the drugs to sort it out.
No one ever likes the right person.


“Poof…...and you’re gone.”
I want to read the books that he reads,
and like the books that he likes.
I want to lose myself in every song he's ever dedicated to me,
and sing sweet words to him through my mind.
I want to stay up all night and watch movies with him curled up on his couch,
 or bed, or folding chair, whatever have he.
I want him to know he's the one I want, too.
And when he calls me by my name, and tells me I'm beautiful,
I want it to be real. I want his confide in me to be everlasting.
I want his next Tuesday, and every other Tuesday after that.
I want him to stop being so nice to me.
I want him to stop telling me the words I've so long waited to hear.
I want him to teach me about Pokemon.
I want to teach him every french word I've learned to date.
I want to go into the future, of twenty-three and twenty-five.
I want to be seven-teen again. 
He makes me want.
He makes me want.
To want him so.

Tuesday, May 1, 2012


I was wrapped in black
fur and white fur and
you undid me and then
you placed me in gold light
and then you crowned me,
while snow fell outside
the door in diagonal darts.
While a ten-inch snow
came down like stars
in small calcium fragments,
we were in our own bodies
(that room that will bury us)
and you were in my body
(that room that will outlive us)
and at first I rubbed your 
feet dry with a towel
because I was your slave
and then you called me princess. 
Princess!

Oh then, I stood up in my gold skin  
          
and I beat down the psalms 
and I beat down the clothes
and you undid the bridle
and you undid the reins
and I undid the buttons,
the bones, the confusions,
the New England postcards,
the January ten o'clock night,
and we rose up like wheat,
acre after acre of gold,
and we harvested,
we harvested.

- - -  Anne Sexton ,


"I hope you read some fine books 
and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful,
 and don’t forget to make some art — 
write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can." 

ㅡNeil Gaiman ,

I can't decide if I like my face or not.
But I know I like his.

Sunday, April 29, 2012

"Even if spikes grow from out of your head
And you're shooting vomit fire all on the bed
And you grow up to hate me; completely insane
Memory will be the same
I'll love you no matter what.
If you're fat or you're small, 
Really short or so tall, 
Weirdest of all.
Even if I'm shocked every-time we embrace, 
And you're shitting spiders all over the place.
You don't wanna love me; You don't want my love.
Know I'll never give up
I love you no matter what."
-  A n t h o n y G r e e n

per·spec·tive/pərˈspektiv/
  - - -

Noun:
  1. The art of drawing solid objects on a two-dimensional surface so as to give the right impression of their height, width, depth, and...
  2. A picture drawn in such a way, especially one appearing to enlarge or extend the actual space, or to give the effect of distance.
Synonyms:prospect - vista - outlook - view

"You put my life into perspective."

Friday, April 27, 2012






Please, please, please, let me get what I want ...
It would be the first time.