feb 2
groundhog day, please oh please let it be spring!
texts with brother, age 10
- he: my tennis coach says double digits are the worst. i believe him.
- i: double digits of what? your score?
- he: age...-_-...duh. i AM 10.
- i: i know you're 10! do you think triple digits are better or worse than double?
- he: hope it's better doubt it though.
mahpiohanzi
n. the disappointment of being unable to fly, unable to stretch out your arms and vault into the air, having finally shrugged off the ballast of your own weight and ignited the fuel tank of unfulfilled desires you’ve been storing up since before you were born.
I will love you if I never see you again, and I will love you if I see you every Tuesday.
– Lemony Snicket (via loveyourchaos)
(Source: kimmyicecream, via loveyourchaos)
(Source: modellove)
In an effort to get people to look
into each other’s eyes more,
and also to appease the mutes,
the government has decided
to allot each person exactly one hundred
and sixty-seven words, per day.
When the phone rings, I put it to my ear
without saying hello. In the restaurant
I point at chicken noodle soup.
I am adjusting well to the new way.
Late at night, I call my long-distance lover,
proudly say I only used fifty-nine today.
I saved the rest for you.
When she doesn’t respond,
I know she’s used up all her words,
so I slowly whisper I love you
thirty-two and a third times.
After that, we just sit on the line
and listen to each other breathe.
into each other’s eyes more,
and also to appease the mutes,
the government has decided
to allot each person exactly one hundred
and sixty-seven words, per day.
When the phone rings, I put it to my ear
without saying hello. In the restaurant
I point at chicken noodle soup.
I am adjusting well to the new way.
Late at night, I call my long-distance lover,
proudly say I only used fifty-nine today.
I saved the rest for you.
When she doesn’t respond,
I know she’s used up all her words,
so I slowly whisper I love you
thirty-two and a third times.
After that, we just sit on the line
and listen to each other breathe.
– Jeffrey McDaniel, “The Quiet World” (Forgiveness Parade, Manic D Press, 1998)
(Source: gammasandgerunds, via clavicola)
my roommate and i said to each other, “let’s go out tonight!” and we left our room to sit in the lounge, where all of our normal friends socialize.
(Source: ymutate, via loveyourchaos)
