"you were last seen walking through a field of pianos. no. a museum of mouths. in the kitchen of a bustling restaurant, cracking eggs and releasing doves. no. eating glow worms and waltzing past my bedroom. last seen riding the subway, literally, straddling its metal back, clutching electrical cables as reins. you were wearing a dress made out of envelopes and stamps, this was how you travelled. i was the mannequin in the storefront window you could have sworn moved. the library card in the book you were reading until that dog trotted up and licked your face. the cookie with two fortunes. the one jamming herself through the paper shredder, afraid to talk to you. the beggar, hat outstretched bumming for more minutes. the phone number in the bathroom stall with no agenda other than a good time. the good time is a picnic on water, or a movie theatre that only plays your childhood home videos and no one hushes when you talk through them. when they play my videos i throw milk duds at the screen during the scenes i watch myself letting you go - lost to the other side of an elevator - your face switching to someone else’s with the swish of a geisha’s fan. my father could have been a travelling salesman. i could have been born on any doorstep. there are 2,469,501 cities in this world, and a lot of doorsteps. meet me on the boardwalk. i’ll be sure to wear my eyes. do not forget your face. i could never."
— Megan Falley, “new york craigslist > personals > missed connections>”
"I remember one morning getting up at dawn, there was such a sense of possibility. You know, that feeling? And I remember thinking to myself: So, this is the beginning of happiness. This is where it starts. And of course there will always be more. It never occurred to me it wasn’t the beginning. It was happiness. It was the moment. Right then."
— Clarissa Vaughan, The Hours (2002)
Maria Mann, I THOUGHT WE HAD AN UNDERSTANDING.
"I keep trying to
bury you and
yet here you are-
mouth like a graveyard,
hands filled with dirt,
heart as empty as the casket
I first shoved you in."
— You Are My Holy Ghost | Lora Mathis
“Give yourself over to absolute pleasure. Swim the warm waters of sins of the flesh - erotic nightmares beyond any measure, and sensual daydreams to treasure forever. Can’t you just see it? Don’t dream it, be it”
The Rocky Horror Picture Show (1975)
Track Title: Lovin' Start
Artist: Betty Who
Album: Slow Dancing
Betty Who | "Lovin’ Start"
when it’s me and you I’ve got everything to prove,
but I’ve got nothing for you.
"As though touching her
might make him known to himself,
as though his hand moving
over her body might find who
he is, as though he lay inside her, a country
his hand’s traveling uncovered,
as though such a country arose
continually up out of her
to meet his hand’s setting forth and setting forth.
And the places on her body have no names.
And she is what’s immense about the night.
And their clothes on the floor are arranged
— Li-Young Lee, “Dwelling”
so I just found out they have otters at the gulf breeze zoo and while I am ethically against zoos I might be even more for otters so now I have to convince someone to drive the two hours to go to the zoo with me or actually I’ll just go by myself I don’t even care OTTERS
side note: I look so good when I work now that I can’t be bothered to look nice at all on my days off and my webcam makes me look like a ghost I promise I’m slightly more tan than that