Our faces are promises, now.
Tiny plans coated in silver chloride,
Framed by your shining future and
Mounted on the tip of your Ginsu-knife tongue
To be forever blessed among the
Undying eternities of the present tense.

hey, is this correct?

kaze ga hoho ni natatte,
tori ga hana ni utatte,
hayashi ga boku no mae ni kurihirogeru.
koko wa boku no kichi desu.

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.

I can tell when something's bothering you. I just hope it isn't me.

I love you so much, honey.

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 wonder where you are. i hope you're okay.

i love you.

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.

a smile i can't shake

Portez-moi a un lieu
où les mots ne vont pas,
où nos pensées ne sont pas des sons,

où il n'y a rien sauf le néant,

où nos atomes lourds peuvent dériver dans l'éther
et nous pouvons être libres.

I wonder where you are. I hope you're okay.

i'm playing chess to make myself stop worrying. I just love you.

I wish I could take back every single thing that I've ever done to hurt you. I wish I could redo every thing I didn't do for you.

I'm so fucking sorry.

First of all, I'm seriously sorry I worry so much about you. I try to chill, I promise.

Anyway, I love you! and I miss you. If you're not in the mood to skype tonight, don't worry! We'll have plenty of time tomorrow, I promise. Just imagine me cuddling up with you.

Luff. :D

"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. :)

I hope it's all just stress. I love you so much. icanthelpbutworryyou'renotactinglikeyourselfatall

look once, look again
check it all from end to end
all things, however clear
may one day up and disappear!

9 /3

I hate seeing you so sad. but i'm here to help with absolutely anything. just let me know.

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.

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.

No matter what, I love you.
Always & forever.

Just imagine my smiling face whenever you need a push forward. :)

(ps, I was smiling while writing this) :D

Here's something that isn't Whitman.

Empty yourself: pour out every drop of your nectar
and let the world drink it. Save it for no one.
A full cup cannot be refilled.
A full cup has no purpose.