here is the deal:
some days i am not full of lust or hormones. some days i am, but not all days. some days i'm mostly full of paper, and the implications of sexton and plath, and the blue and orange of evening, and the warm grays of both spring and autumn, and smells like juniper, and sunsets, and seeds that look like caterpillars. i want to fold 1000 paper cranes. i have been meaning to do that since i was about 11, but i never really got around to it. all this could possibly have the same effect as lust, (i think it's possible) but we don't really have the same mindsets when it comes down to it.
i'm frustrated. i want to tell you about beautiful things but i'm afraid you'll think i'm naive. or that it will all just bounce of you like stones in shallow water.
little truths
- rebecca
- i cannot stand being too cold in the summer or too warm in the winter, or vice versa, really. i dislike any extreme temperature when i'm trying to be productive. i need to wear socks when it's less than 20 degrees out. i hate having to wear gloves inside when i'm typing. i abhore cars with too much or too little air conditioning. i sometimes feel like life is just one long attempt to avoid cliches. i have no respect for teenagers who are pretentious 'musicians', 'photographers', 'christians' or scenesters. and i love breakfast food... just, not for breakfast. ever. i don't like floating around in the air, i like being grounded, and people who can make me feel grounded.
1 comment:
You have the most pure, beautiful outlook rebecca,
and I do not care who will ever tell you differently,
or how you will ever try to mold yourself to suit someone else,
but I will always love you with more then just my heart,
but with all of the spirits which hold onto my physical body...
You make me believe that life can be beautiful.
you are never naive.
you never were.
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