it was the finest of hours, spent in and over beds ( Read more... )

it's hard to remember that this is the fun part. the stomach aches and the turning away, trying so hard not to have to look anyone in the eye, leaning in, finding reasons for touching.

and it's never what you want or you never get it, it's always realistic and a letdown after this.

what does anyone want?

and i don't have the energy for it anymore. i'm not fifteen and loving my best friend or seventeen and trying to avoid her when she's in town. so it's okay for awhile, but i get so tired so quickly. don't have the heart to be so dedicated or delicate for very long ( Read more... )

what it comes down to is that i want to be madly, rediculously, painfully, tragically, stunningly loved.

the end.

after i get a migraine my jaw hurts and my scalp is too tender to touch.

signifier / signified
testament / covenent
chemistry / liberal arts

i absolutely refuse to return to school without several maddening nights to photograph and document.

(i never ask what i really want to know. and i fabricate situations and fantasies that will simply never exist.)

things that are popular in france:

early 90's american techno (still)
hammer pants (again)
incredibly styled mullets (still?)
dogs

things that are different in france:
all food
time
the need to buy

things that i miss about france:
everything

sources create chaos and blushing

anything does not go

(unlike 'in olden days')

juletan / les fables

hebrew versions / septuagint / latin vulgate (repetitive)

subject - predicate
ebay auctions
calendars hanging

(i am around)

ancrene riwle / chaucer - sidney/donne - bunyan/behn ( Read more... )