Eat Me, Drink Me, Read Me

"I will love you as a thief loves a gallery and as a crow loves a murder, as a cloud loves bats and..."

Fri, 23 Nov 2012 03:10:15 +0000

“I will love you as a thief loves a gallery and as a crow loves a murder, as a cloud loves bats and as a range loves braes. I will love you as misfortune loves orphans, as fire loves innocence and as justice loves to sit and watch while everything goes wrong. I will love you as a battlefield loves young men and as peppermints love your allergies, and I will love you as the banana peel loves the shoe of a man who was just struck by a shingle falling off a house. I will love you as a volunteer fire department loves rushing into burning buildings and as burning buildings love to chase them back out, and as a parachute loves to leave a blimp and as a blimp operator loves to chase after it.
I will love you as a dagger loves a certain person’s back, and as a certain person loves to wear dagger proof tunics, and as a dagger proof tunic loves to go to a certain dry cleaning facility, and how a certain employee of a dry cleaning facility loves to stay up late with a pair of binoculars, watching a dagger factory for hours in the hopes of catching a burglar, and as a burglar loves sneaking up behind people with binoculars, suddenly realizing that she has left her dagger at home. I will love you as a drawer loves a secret compartment, and as a secret compartment loves a secret, and as a secret loves to make a person gasp, and as a gasping person loves a glass of brandy to calm their nerves, and as a glass of brandy loves to shatter on the floor, and as the noise of glass shattering loves to make someone else gasp, and as someone else gasping loves a nearby desk to lean against, even if leaning against it presses a lever that loves to open a drawer and reveal a secret compartment. I will love you until all such compartments are discovered and opened, and until all the secrets have gone gasping into the world. I will love you until all the codes and hearts have been broken and until every anagram and egg has been unscrambled.
I will love you until every fire is extinguised and until every home is rebuilt from the handsomest and most susceptible of woods, and until every criminal is handcuffed by the laziest of policemen. I will love until M. hates snakes and J. hates grammar, and I will love you until C. realizes S. is not worthy of his love and N. realizes he is not worthy of the V. I will love you until the bird hates a nest and the worm hates an apple, and until the apple hates a tree and the tree hates a nest, and until a bird hates a tree and an apple hates a nest, although honestly I cannot imagine that last occurrence no matter how hard I try. I will love you as we grow older, which has just happened, and has happened again, and happened several days ago, continuously, and then several years before that, and will continue to happen as the spinning hands of every clock and the flipping pages of every calendar mark the passage of time, except for the clocks that people have forgotten to wind and the calendars that people have forgotten to place in a highly visible area. I will love you as we find ourselves farther and farther from one another, where we once we were so close that we could slip the curved straw, and the long, slender spoon, between our lips and fingers respectively.
I will love you until the chances of us running into one another slip from slim to zero, and until your face is fogged by distant memory, and your memory faced by distant fog, and your fog memorized by a distant face, and your distance distanced by the memorized memory of a foggy fog. I will love you no matter where you go and who you see, no matter where you avoid and who you don’t see, and no matter who sees you avoiding where you go. I will love you no matter what happens to you, and no matter how I discover what happens to you, and no matter what happens to me as I discover this, and now matter how I am discovered after what happens to me as I am discovering this.”

- Lemony Snicket (via budddha)

"Go after her. Fuck, don’t sit there and wait for her to call, go after her because that’s what you..."

Sat, 10 Nov 2012 15:37:32 +0000

“Go after her. Fuck, don’t sit there and wait for her to call, go after her because that’s what you should do if you love someone, don’t wait for them to give you a sign cause it might never come, don’t let people happen to you, don’t let me happen to you, or her, she’s not a fucking television show or tornado. There are people I might have loved had they gotten on the airplane or run down the street after me or called me up drunk at four in the morning because they need to tell me right now and because they cannot regret this and I always thought I’d be the only one doing crazy things for people who would never give enough of a fuck to do it back or to act like idiots or be entirely vulnerable and honest and making someone fall in love with you is easy and flying 3000 miles on four days notice because you can’t just sit there and do nothing and breathe into telephones is not everyone’s idea of love but it is the way I can recognize it because that is what I do. Go scream it and be with her in meaningful ways because that is beautiful and that is generous and that is what loving someone is, that is raw and that is unguarded, and that is all that is worth anything, really.”

- Harvey Milk (via skeletons-into-goddesses)

makemestfu: via (makemestfu)

Thu, 08 Nov 2012 16:48:06 +0000

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lovequotesrus: EVERYTHING LOVE

Tue, 06 Nov 2012 22:39:51 +0000

lovequotesrus:

EVERYTHING LOVE

"I know today is Monday and you assume it’s going to suck, but according to statistics, there will be..."

Fri, 02 Nov 2012 16:31:48 +0000

“I know today is Monday and you assume it’s going to suck, but according to statistics, there will be over 5,000 weddings, 10,000 childbirths, and 42 million hugs occurring today throughout the United States. Also today, there will be at least 4 people that will win the multimillion dollar lotteries, 600 people will get promotions at work, and 3,000 people will lose their virginity. There will also be 600 dogs adopted, 35,000 balloons sold, and 800,000 skittles eaten. Plus, the words “I love you” will be said over 9 million times. So again, I know today is Monday and you assume it’s going to suck, but just smile, because according to statistics, it should actually be a really nice day.”

- (via sassclassandasmartass)

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"Sleep is my lover now, my forgetting, my opiate, my oblivion."

Thu, 25 Oct 2012 10:48:01 +0100

“Sleep is my lover now, my forgetting, my opiate, my oblivion.”

- Audrey Niffenegger, The Time Traveler’s Wife (via lastdaysofmagic)

"‘Live each day as if it’s your last’, that was the conventional advice, but really, who had the..."

Mon, 15 Oct 2012 10:34:45 +0100

“‘Live each day as if it’s your last’, that was the conventional advice, but really, who had the energy for that? What if it rained or you felt a bit glandy? It just wasn’t practical. Better by far to be good and courageous and bold and to make a difference. Not change the world exactly, but the bit around you. Cherish your friends, stay true to your principles, live passionately and fully and well. Experience new things. Love and be loved, if you ever get the chance.”

- David Nicholls, One Day (via larmoyante)

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p-uss: fairy-fucker: Ah this is so beautiful idk why

Sun, 09 Sep 2012 07:57:29 +0100

p-uss:

fairy-fucker:

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this is so beautiful idk why

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Drabble - Beginning

Mon, 20 Aug 2012 22:22:57 +0100

“A new beginning?”

“I can’t”

“A new start? Please? We can begin again where we left off. We can move on from this. I promise”

“I can’t, I’m sorry. I thought that I could. Well, I thought we wouldn’t have to, that it would be alright, it wouldn’t be awkward, or bad or… like this.”

“It doesn’t have to be though. We could… Power through? Maybe? I dunno?”

“I don’t see how we can when I can’t look you in the eye. I’ve tried. Truly. But.. It’s not the same. I want it to be the same but it can’t ever be and… and…”

“Don’t. It doesn’t have to be the same. It can be better. A new beginning”

The T.S. Eliot/John Gardner Killer Exercise

Mon, 20 Aug 2012 22:08:42 +0100

He sat, slightly hunched, on the red plastic seat that slanted at an awkward angle, pressing uncomfortably against the back of his thigh. His grey suit trousers where hitched oddly, constraining around the crotch, the waistband cutting into his stomach, his ankles exposed to the air. He could feel the breeze in the hairs on his shins. He stared at his knees as the jutted out in front of him, focused on the sharp crease, the point where the solid gave way to the open air. His knees were like a precipice. The hard red plastic was uncomfortably warm under his hands, he moved them into his lap, noticing their age. His knuckles were swollen, his skin taught. Staring at them he felt old, properly old. He scrunched his eyes tight for a moment, eyebrows coming in to join for a couple of seconds, a deep line in the centre of them. When he opened his eyes the sound came rushing back. He had not noticed it was missing, but now he heard the sound of oncoming traffic and the blare of angry horns, the miserable drizzle of rain on the roof of the shelter, the loud talking, the loud living. The light was gone too, the bright whiteness on the edges of his vision that made him feel dizzy, as he took in a deep breath, replaced by the grey non-light of a wet day. He looked up to the roof, beyond it to the thick grey sky and squeezed his eyes tightly shut once more.

A middle-age man is waiting at a bus stop. He has just learned that his son has died violently. Describe the setting from the man’s point of view WITHOUT telling your reader what has happened. How will the street look to this man? What are the sounds? Odors? Colors? That this man will notice? What will his clothes feel like? Write a 250 word description.

scaly-panties: What if clouds and lakes switched spots and every time you looked up you’d see...

Wed, 15 Aug 2012 18:56:59 +0100

scaly-panties:

What if clouds and lakes switched spots and every time you looked up you’d see waves being pulled by the moon and we’d wade through the clouds on a hot day. What if birds grew grass and the ground grew feathers. What if flowers were as tall as trees and trees as small as flowers.

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