mi corazon, mi corazon

dreaming of lost lovers and counting my grey hairs.
i remember.

Clearly it is difficult for me to work in the afternoon

A lovely sentiment snagged from Found Magazine

Unexpected

How strange it is that I loved you all along. With all the boys and all the girls and all the good times and all the falling down, it was you. You during those delirious hours, those delicious hours, those hours when I was absent and distracted. You you you.

How strange that I never knew 'til now.

I'm not sure if it qualifies as tintinnabulation or not. But I don't really get a lot of chances to use that word.

Is it wrong to buy bracelets just because you like the sound they make when they move up and down your arm?

Or is that, in fact, the perfect reason?

Modigliani?

Possum and turtle

"Neither of them liked to go anywhere in a hurry and they both liked persimmons"

What a lovely basis for a friendship.

Tee Hee.

I love badmash

Ah, luchtime readings on oxytocin

"The brains of people deeply in love do not look like those of people experiencing strong emotions, but instead like those of people snorting coke."

And also, “We were not built to be happy but to reproduce.”

Vanishing kind-of mood. Part II.

I feel like slipping away. Walking past solitary pennies and not picking them up.

Hyperbolic

Ah, sweet bloggity-blog, how bittersweet is our relationship. Sometimes I embrace you, clinging to you tightly as birds fly past the window. And other times it is as if I shun you, exhausted from the 3 am poetry, the unexpected understanding, wary of words, sleepy.

I am sure our time will come again.

Also, I have been reading the bible. The bible! And I like it! Question mark?