oh, english

“wear[ware] are ewe going two[too]?”

“where are you going to?”

Funny language.

kiddo, i'm so sorry

for you, when you're ready

"Grief may be a thing we all have in common, but it looks different on everyone.

It isn’t just death we have to grieve. It’s life. It’s loss. It’s change.

And when we wonder why it has to suck so much sometimes, has to hurt so bad. The thing we gotta try to remember is that it can turn on a dime.

That’s how you stay alive. When it hurts so much you can’t breathe, that’s how you survive.

By remembering that one day, somehow, impossibly, you won’t feel this way. It won’t hurt this much.

Grief comes in its own time for everyone, in its own way.

So the best we can do, the best anyone can do, is try for honesty.

The really crappy thing, the very worst part of grief is that you can’t control it.

The best we can do is try to let ourselves feel it when it comes.

And let it go when we can.

The very worst part is that the minute you think you’re past it, it starts all over again.

And always, every time, it takes your breath away.

There are five stages of grief. They look different on all of us, but there are always five.

Denial.
Anger.
Bargaining.
Depression.
Acceptance."

-Krista Vernoff

to think

from Kafka on the Shore:
[and according to Aristophanes in Plato's The Banquet]

"In ancient times people weren't simply male or female, but one of three types: male/male, male/female or female/female. In other words each person was made out of the components of two people. Everyone was happy with this arrangement and never really gave it much thought. But then God took a knife and cut everyone in half, right down the middle. So after that the world was divided just into male and female, the upshot being that people spend their time running around trying to locate their missing other half. "

-Haruki Murakami

for h & k

Now I'll get home, I'll meet my friends at our favorite bar.

We'll get some lighter heads for our heavy hearts.
And we'll share a drink. Yeah we'll share our fears
and they will know how I love them.
They will know how I love.
They will know how I love them.
I'm nothing without their love.

-Bright Eyes

here come the tears, but like always i let them go

sometimes, music is so beautiful that all i can do is cry.

all my life i've been searching

... for lipstick so red it's almost black. and there are hundreds of make-up clerks out there who have thought i was a crazy person as i tried to explain it to them;
"no, not the plum one. black-red. like, a very deep pool of blood?"
backs away from counter.

okay, new approach: "have you seen the rocky horror picture show? the colour that the man wears in that."
"a man wearing lipstick? no."

umm, okaay... how about; "you know the movie pulp fiction? now, i'm looking for the colour of the nail polish mia wallace (or, uma thurman) wears in that movie, but for my lips."
"you want to wear nailpolish on your lips??"

suffice to say, it's been an unsuccessful quest.
until now.










thank you chanel, for your lipstick rouge noir. now if only they sold it in my country. damnit.

you and i in a little toy shop

this man writes right to me

"I know a girl who cries when she practices violin because each note sounds so pure it just cuts into her, and then the melody comes pouring out of her eyes. Now, to me, everything else just sounds like a lie"

- Conor Oberst