(Sometimes I think I exist only in the pages of a 1960’s lingerie catalog, but that is okay).
“We were not lovers, we were love.”
— Jeanette Winterson
“You were made to be kissed, often and well.”
— George R.R. Martin, A Storm of Swords
“The love of books. My library is an archive of longings.”
— Susan Sontag, As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh
“Now my heart is full.”
-Morrissey
“And I will eat you slowly with kisses.”
— Anne Sexton
“A hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.”
-T.S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
“There are two ways to reach me: by way of kisses or by way of the imagination. But there is a hierarchy: the kisses alone don’t work.”
-Anais Nin, Henry & June
Today is my 20th birthday and here are a few things:
i. I am falling in something that sits in the margins of utter adoration. ii. I should stay in bed all day after I wake up, for I am awfully sick, but I am going to spend the day at the Natural History Museum with someone lovely and eating chocolate layer cake and that’s that. iii. I am horrible at responding to messages. iv. Time is very, very precious. v. I am feverish and my body aches but I am happy with the two decades that have passed me by. vi. What’s more, I am happy.
xxx
breathingvioletfog
“20th Century Period Pieces for Hopeless Romantics”
thank you netflix for this instant suggestion…
