'How do you measure love? How do you separate it from selfishness? Think of all the futures that could have been, all the pasts we'd never understand, everything in the present we keep hidden from one another and ourselves, all the futures that still might be. Is love strongest when it holds on or lets go?'

Kartography, by Kamila Shamsie

i've been listening to johnny cash on repeat for the past hour, and i suspect i'll spend much of tomorrow head-bobbing to folsom prison. so how have you been, friendly friends ( Read more... )

beautiful girl your
hair shading sunny eyes
mist and dew

there was a wailing baby in pondicherry
who ate nothing but little morsels of berry
her mother went mad
and said to her dad
oh think! before her we once were so merry!

(a) I wish i could throttle you. Your incessant babble is not as quaintly endearing as you might like to believe. you are loud and uncultured and it is only testament to my powers of tact (read: deception) that you haven't heard this yet. (also. the word 'wantedly' does not exist in the english language, nor will it ever. why is this so difficult ( Read more... )

i have a linguistics paper tomorrow morning that i really should be studying for. which is, of course, why i'm here. i don't know when i stopped saying anything of consequence here; perhaps i never did. either way, it's strange how these days i have so little to say at all, here or anywhere. it's a frightening feeling to be perenially short of ( Read more... )

So I am going down to nowhere
It is steeped in history
This is high-rise living for a
joke like me
We are such pretty little failures
On streets paved with fools gold
And no-one will think twice about
The nothing that they’ve sold

i wonder, too often these days, who i'm lying to and how much i'm lying about.

so yeah, the year's off to a roaring start.

guess what folks it's the new year! well yes, i've always been a little slow on the uptake. i have resolutions, and since i'm in a fairly list-happy mood i feel the need to intimately acquaint you with these. so in 2007, (drumrolls please) i will ( Read more... )

'And that was the problem; the dog would pour through me and every pin hole would be exposed. I know i am a leaky vessel but do i want to know it every day?

He's only a dog. Yes but he has found me out ( Read more... )