Oh, no. Look, you've gone and made me optimistic. I was before, but now it is showing. |
Bless your brown eyes smiling |
You meant for this node to be read by me, and I would like to respond |
Shall I tell you stories of other stars: stars that you love, that deserve your love. Stars that do not disappoint, and disgust, and disgrace your love. Oh, I have hope they exist for your sake! |
You could be so delicious |
We do more after 2am than most people do all day. |
An ocean away and here he was, seeping into her |
There I stood, rambling incoherently into the tin can, you loved it |
Every Tuesday, I dress as a 46-year old woman and waitress at a diner on route 27. This is the meaning of life. |
Something about parts of you |
She sang of fantastic green islands, and sparkling fish, never telling that she haunted the waters |
Might be like leftovers. Would not taste the same, however sweet. |
Instructions for kissing a stranger |
most excellent snow sky |
You will know your action. You are present there, not thinking of somewhere else you ought to be. |
I dance with ghosts |
When you fly like thunder, I am reminded of Icarus and Bellerophon. How does your myth end? |
my blood approves, and kisses are a better fate than wisdom |
How can I talk about love when the bacon is burned and the house is an absolute mess and the children are screaming their heads off and I'm going to miss my bus? |
Exploding Dog |
a constant, low wind trembles through him, catching his words and sending them out into the world |
She grew a little older, while he was telling her |
I remember when it was me who made her skin flush |
Would you mind never speaking to me again? |