I know I'm a creep, but you love me, so I'm asking: could anyone (anyone at all?) send me 'Say Yes' by Elliott Smith? Feels like my chest might collapse if I can't hear it soon, you know?

I'd like to think that reading is organic, that books are to be absorbed and accepted into a person's mind, that you grow inside a good book and it grows around you, that the words are the most important thing and that it doesn't matter if I can't remember which book I read something in...but really I just have a crap memory. Here is a basic list ( Read more... )

I love you, softly spoken and rhyming with nothing but the tap- tap-trapping sound of rain on the roof (where I go walking, skipping air under my skin to blow up and away). Picked up a brush and painted you fresh earth colours, rich purple and sudden orange (paint in my hair and on my tongue until you tasted the right shade), picked the grass out ( Read more... )

So, you think that you’ve known stillness?
I could be talking to anyone, but I’m not. It’s you again. Back here, motion circling the drain and the pull of you is all I’m worth. I’m settling my limbs, heart rattling inside the metal cup of my chest, but I’m a bad luck kind of girl, a quit while you’re ahead kind of girl, a “THIS is my poker face ( Read more... )

Someone explained once how the pieces of what we are ( Read more... )

"We generally give to our ideas about the unknown the color of our notions about what we do know: If we call death a sleep it's because it has the appearance of sleep; if we call death a new life, it's because it seems different from life. We build our beliefs and hopes out of these small misunderstandings with reality and live off husks of bread ( Read more... )

The slower you go -
it's sentences written and re-written with fresh ink and fresh intent.
it's stopping mid-thought

Words eager to say themselves (I am tripping over my mind’s delight in yelling my deepest, dankest secrets across busy, hissing roads (like: I think of you in terms of colours, in terms of explosions, in terms of handling the loaded gun of our eyes, that room, this meeting (finding dead-centre, smiling like absolute zero when the distance is too ( Read more... )

the things you get vs. the things you need

or: "leave me in the night but please don't leave me in the dark"

or: something like nothing like something likeor: my heart sits in the bassline; you tell my friends you want to fall asleep next to me ( Read more... )

I press my winter-red lips against his arm and say “hello there, hurricane ( Read more... )