20.8.15

selling my soul for money

it's absolutely worth it!

19.8.15

exclamation point

when i see you with her
on facebook, at dinner,
at a friend's wedding, at
a bar, i try hard not to
giggle. i'm all charm
and exclamatory marks.
how're you doing!
where've you been!
man, it's been forever!

in truth, all i can think of
is that day, over ten years
ago - i sat on you, most
irritated, and taught you
how to kiss.
i bet she'd be thankful
to me that you
don't slobber all over.
don't stick your tongue in.
don't pucker like a duck.

when i'm lonely, i wonder
if you lick her on her nose
the way you did
me. 

14.8.15

mr. barnes writes only to make me sad

"Beforehand you think: when I grow up I'll love someone, and I hope it goes right, but if it goes wrong I'll love another person, and if that goes wrong I'll love another person. Always assuming that you can find these people in the first place and that they'll let you love them. What you expect is that love, or the ability to love is always there, waiting."

- pp. 160; Love, etc. Julian Barnes. Vintage 2009.

let you love them?! an arrow through my heart, mr. barnes. 

13.8.15

who's a waste of time?

i want to run away and read. i'll keep reading till my eyes tire and my brain hurts and i can't take anymore. i'll sleep till my dreams start to bore me, wake up, drink some tea, then read again. the only reason i haven't done that already is because i'm afraid i'll end up reading mostly mediocre fantasy and mills & boons. (they're a frikkin' blackhole! bah.)