Hey you.
It feels good to have my mouth back up to the tin can.
I'm seriously so glad that we can communicate now: I was terrified of not being able to know what was going on over there. I'm so glad you're safe and happy.
Your post made me swoon. A lot. I'm REALLY excited to have TV cuddle times with you again, including Garden State, and maybe we can watch Across the Universe again together sometime? You can show me a movie for once!
Thank you for writing, and thank you for caring. Every word means the whole world to me, for real.
Something about airplanes makes me miss you, too. It makes you want a cuddle-buddy, or at least someone to escape with. May you always be my cuddly escape buddy.
Always and forever.
Thursday, March 06, 2008
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Saturday, February 09, 2008
Sometimes I wish I could cut you out and paste you here where I can keep a good eye on you (and you can keep one on me.) Anything and everything reminds me of you, and sometimes when other people smile I see you in them; sometimes I hear a voice that sounds like your's; sometimes I hear a word that sounds like your name and I look over every. single. time.
And whenever I see a blue sky I wish you could be under it with me. So I guess that's every day.
I just love you so much.
And whenever I see a blue sky I wish you could be under it with me. So I guess that's every day.
I just love you so much.
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
To my one and only,
I know I have issues with leaving you alone to deal with stuff sometimes (read: I can't leave you alone), but I know you'll be able to get through this all yourself. You're so strong, and I know you don't need any of my help.
I promise I'm not worrying anymore. I'm a bit upset that you're upset (you know how it is), but I'm trying to keep it all down to give you as much space as I can. I'll be here for you every second (i'm SO sorry i couldn't answer my phone today), whether you need me or not.
I love you.
I know I have issues with leaving you alone to deal with stuff sometimes (read: I can't leave you alone), but I know you'll be able to get through this all yourself. You're so strong, and I know you don't need any of my help.
I promise I'm not worrying anymore. I'm a bit upset that you're upset (you know how it is), but I'm trying to keep it all down to give you as much space as I can. I'll be here for you every second (i'm SO sorry i couldn't answer my phone today), whether you need me or not.
I love you.
Saturday, January 12, 2008
Someone once told me
That the only words worth saying
Are the ones you never say.
Sometimes, a few unsaid words slither
Right into your ribcage and clasp some ventricle
You didn't know you had (until it stops pumping),
And you have to gasp for air with new-found lungs
Like you're being born again but messier.
I found myself in a new place where gravity
Isn't quite horizontal or vertical, but
You're still perfectly on your feet
And everywhere looks just like home.
Words wriggle their tendrils out and you can
See them coil around the heads of men and unplug
Their hearts from their brains like televisions from walls:
They all trance on, spitting static from blunt tongues
And pretty soon everyone sees white snow like gospel.
Hearts are antennae, you know, and I guess
All bad is just a fuzzy signal after all.
That the only words worth saying
Are the ones you never say.
Sometimes, a few unsaid words slither
Right into your ribcage and clasp some ventricle
You didn't know you had (until it stops pumping),
And you have to gasp for air with new-found lungs
Like you're being born again but messier.
I found myself in a new place where gravity
Isn't quite horizontal or vertical, but
You're still perfectly on your feet
And everywhere looks just like home.
Words wriggle their tendrils out and you can
See them coil around the heads of men and unplug
Their hearts from their brains like televisions from walls:
They all trance on, spitting static from blunt tongues
And pretty soon everyone sees white snow like gospel.
Hearts are antennae, you know, and I guess
All bad is just a fuzzy signal after all.
Friday, December 21, 2007
Monday, December 17, 2007
Saturday, December 15, 2007
Saturday, December 08, 2007
Tuesday, December 04, 2007
"Maybe I should stop starting clubs and putting on plays."
"It's possible."
"I should work on picking up chicks. That's all anyone ever cares about. But it's not my forte."
"Don't worry, Max. You're like a clipper ship captain. You're married to the sea."
"Yeah, but I've been out to sea a long time."
We'll watch Rushmore together someday. :)
"It's possible."
"I should work on picking up chicks. That's all anyone ever cares about. But it's not my forte."
"Don't worry, Max. You're like a clipper ship captain. You're married to the sea."
"Yeah, but I've been out to sea a long time."
We'll watch Rushmore together someday. :)
Saturday, December 01, 2007
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Saturday, November 24, 2007
Sunday, November 11, 2007
I hate that I worry about stuff like this, and I'm sure I'll be over it when the sun rises, but.
I'm so worried about the future. Not our future. I feel good about you and I. But, we live in such uncertain times... there aren't sovereign nations to be afraid of anymore, just ideas and peoples. I hate to sound so biggoted (I swear I'm not a bigot,) but Islam is making huge inroads in Europe, and its' a new type of immigration: the immigrants hate the culture of their new homes. Maybe I'm xenophobic, but I deal with immigration all the time here. I love it, because it makes the world so much more diverse, but that immigration scares me.
I don't know what struck me with such a fear of the future. I care about the world, I guess. I care about Europe especially. I guess I have this romantic image of it that I don't want destroyed...
Maybe I really am a bigot. Oh goodness, me and my 12:00am soul searching.
I love you, that's what I know for sure.
I'm so worried about the future. Not our future. I feel good about you and I. But, we live in such uncertain times... there aren't sovereign nations to be afraid of anymore, just ideas and peoples. I hate to sound so biggoted (I swear I'm not a bigot,) but Islam is making huge inroads in Europe, and its' a new type of immigration: the immigrants hate the culture of their new homes. Maybe I'm xenophobic, but I deal with immigration all the time here. I love it, because it makes the world so much more diverse, but that immigration scares me.
I don't know what struck me with such a fear of the future. I care about the world, I guess. I care about Europe especially. I guess I have this romantic image of it that I don't want destroyed...
Maybe I really am a bigot. Oh goodness, me and my 12:00am soul searching.
I love you, that's what I know for sure.
Wednesday, November 07, 2007
two stories, one annoying, one awesome.
annoying first: okay, so ff updated and somehow, ALL my bookmarks seem to have been replaced with my bookmarks from like, and are scrambled. which explains why i kept finding my way to this here page when i pressed my "open all in tabs" webcomics link. and all my remembered passwords are reset. lol wut.
the good story: I dug up those reduced shakespeare company CDs martha folded for me, and opened one of them to find a little, cut-out heart inside. made me smile. big. let her know for me?
I love you so much.
annoying first: okay, so ff updated and somehow, ALL my bookmarks seem to have been replaced with my bookmarks from like, and are scrambled. which explains why i kept finding my way to this here page when i pressed my "open all in tabs" webcomics link. and all my remembered passwords are reset. lol wut.
the good story: I dug up those reduced shakespeare company CDs martha folded for me, and opened one of them to find a little, cut-out heart inside. made me smile. big. let her know for me?
I love you so much.
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