"Our flesh is almost touching. We exchange big grins... I love this part. These next few minutes - I wish I could live them in slow play. This bit is almost as good as... And this, right now, is just as intense. Flirting. Slightly hazy from the booze. The inevitability of... hanging over us both, just like a spell."
-Millie, Brass
Fuckkkkk.
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Thursday, June 17, 2010
About letters and nuggets
I hate writing letters. I never know what kind of paper to use, if I should write it in pen or in pencil or in one of those cute glittery things, if I should seal the envelope or not. Nothing.
And then I don't know how to begin. I always start out writing a name, then erasing it and giving something a little more sentimental a try, and then erasing that and going back to just the name. Just like when having a wardrobe crisis - I always settle for what I tried on first.
Well, today I noticed how much harder it is to write a letter for you. I've written countless notes to you in class, billions of blog posts about you and us and our adventures, and even the random post card here and there. But a letter...
I hope you take into consideration everything we've gone through and I hope you find my attempt to explain my whole life to you right now unbearably cute. Or at least heartbreakingly honest. Because it's both. To me.
To you it'll be just sad and hard to get, I know. You'll think it's an excuse for a plain and simple "no", you'll think I'm overcomplicating things, you'll think I'm someone you were wrong about all along... And I hate it. But I do love you and you know it. You're the only one I can hold hands and walk with for two hours straight under the rain while we're lost and cold and hungry at an unfamiliar city - and still have fun.
And... well, enough with the drama. That's not what we're like. Happy nuggets day, silly :)
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And then I don't know how to begin. I always start out writing a name, then erasing it and giving something a little more sentimental a try, and then erasing that and going back to just the name. Just like when having a wardrobe crisis - I always settle for what I tried on first.
Well, today I noticed how much harder it is to write a letter for you. I've written countless notes to you in class, billions of blog posts about you and us and our adventures, and even the random post card here and there. But a letter...
I hope you take into consideration everything we've gone through and I hope you find my attempt to explain my whole life to you right now unbearably cute. Or at least heartbreakingly honest. Because it's both. To me.
To you it'll be just sad and hard to get, I know. You'll think it's an excuse for a plain and simple "no", you'll think I'm overcomplicating things, you'll think I'm someone you were wrong about all along... And I hate it. But I do love you and you know it. You're the only one I can hold hands and walk with for two hours straight under the rain while we're lost and cold and hungry at an unfamiliar city - and still have fun.
And... well, enough with the drama. That's not what we're like. Happy nuggets day, silly :)
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Sunday, June 6, 2010
Cute?!?!
My little sister's essay for an assignment titled "A Memorable Event From Your Childhood"
My Attack!!!
One day, when my sister and I were watching TV, I lied down on the sofa and I thought: “I’m not feeling very well, I think I have a fever, maybe if I lie down I get better, I don’t even have to tell mom about it.” I felt like if an elephant was falling on my head, after a while I also felt something inside my stomach going up and up, suddenly I threw up! I didn’t know what was that white thing spreading all over me, and after ten minutes, my sister looked at me to comment about the cartoon. She looked at me, gasped, and then she panicked, I had a gruesome vomit all over! She ran to tell mom, and said: “Yuck, Isa has white vomit all over, she has oatmeal, and she smells like if she had not taken a bath for years!” After all that my mom carried me to the bathtub and gave me a super bath, and she said: “Why didn’t you tell me you were not feeling well?” I didn’t answer her but I thought: “I’m only two!”
CUUUUUUTE?!?!?!
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My Attack!!!
One day, when my sister and I were watching TV, I lied down on the sofa and I thought: “I’m not feeling very well, I think I have a fever, maybe if I lie down I get better, I don’t even have to tell mom about it.” I felt like if an elephant was falling on my head, after a while I also felt something inside my stomach going up and up, suddenly I threw up! I didn’t know what was that white thing spreading all over me, and after ten minutes, my sister looked at me to comment about the cartoon. She looked at me, gasped, and then she panicked, I had a gruesome vomit all over! She ran to tell mom, and said: “Yuck, Isa has white vomit all over, she has oatmeal, and she smells like if she had not taken a bath for years!” After all that my mom carried me to the bathtub and gave me a super bath, and she said: “Why didn’t you tell me you were not feeling well?” I didn’t answer her but I thought: “I’m only two!”
CUUUUUUTE?!?!?!
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