March 2012
5 posts
languid, lustre, lovers turn into monsters (at the...
04/05/2010 Dear you,
Today I ran right into your waiting arms and screamed I think I love him!, to which all you did was laugh. As I gushed childishly about every stupid thing he said and jumped at pretend shadows on the floor, you ruffled my hair affectionately, almost like you knew a terrible secret you were reluctant to tell. Be careful, you warned, even though you knew being careful was...
So I'm taking these pills to fill up my soul, and...
Imagine if someone were to walk up to you one day, take a long, hard look at your face and then tell you they were going to write about you, as if you were a painting in a museum; describe every good quality and every horrible flaw they saw in a flat, monotonous drone so you would know “this is me, this is me in somebody else’s eyes”. Imagine they say something like “she...
February 2012
102 posts
karma, kismet, kamikaze suicides
29/04/2010 Dear you,
Today you laughed at something silly I said, and as you wondered aloud what it would be like to love me I couldn’t keep the smile off my face. There’s something so perfect about someone like you, and it makes me ashamed when I think about the kind of person I’ve become. Today I remembered a distant memory that was less stranger than friend, and I recalled with a tinge of,...
jelly hearts, jupiter, jumping on the bandwagon
29/04/2010 Dear you,
Today I gathered all my mistakes into a little plastic bucket, tied a ribbon around the handle and tried to sell them for a dime a dozen. You’d have stopped to enquire about my regret; cheerfully bantering a little to pass the time before running your hands through your brown hair when I refused to bargain. They aren’t worth that much, you’d have argued venomously, and...
inadequate, intentional, it’s insensitive to care
13/06/2009 Dear you,
Today I’d have put my feet up in your lap, and as you gave me one of your crooked smiles I’d have told you about my favourite lemon cupcakes; rainbow-sprinkled yellow-swirled sugary-sweet frosting-covered cakes that nestle comfortably in cupped hands, the perfect companions to heartache or headache – two things I seem to be victim of a little too often lately. “Sugar for...
“But everything looks perfect from far away”
– Postal Service (via butteredflies)
“Oh, darling, you will be good to me, won’t you? Because we’re going to have a...”
– Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms (via loveyourchaos)
hereditary, hatred, hundred flowers blooming
03/10/2008 Dear you,
Today I accused you of disappearing, poured all the blame on you till there was not one single drop left for me. I told you how we haven’t talked for days, for weeks, but you laughed and sent my quick anger away. Weeks?, you asked me, are you sure? I’d have told you that I liked the sound of your new smile, even though it made you into somebody different. I’d have brushed...
Talk show guest: Well at a young age I was sexually abused and just a few years later my whole family died in a tragic boating accident. I lost everything.
Tyra Banks: Well Tracy, I know exactly how upset you are right now because when I was 17 in Paris, I once lost my car keys. Which was also very devastating.
gastronomia, guerilla, guilty as charged
02/04/2009 Dear you,
Today your shadow brushed past the edges of my universe, came so close that I could see the strain in its smile and the cracks in its porcelain mask. I remember your sadness, but I don’t remember it being this empty. Today I wished -more than anything- that I was the reason for your despair, the simple explanation for why you’ve suddenly become someone I don’t know. Tell...
forgetful, fervency, follow through
01/06/2010 Dear you,
Today I remembered the first time we shared a cigarette, walking home along an empty street after that awkward party that started it all – a whirlwind relationship of friendship and conflict between girls and boys we never even really knew. I remembered the way you lit up, so impossibly cool, wispy smoke seething out of your lips and entangling in your dark eyelashes as...
“I used to know the name of every person I kissed”
