There is this one stunning picture of an Asian model in a white tank top for CK (Calvin Klein) One in Nylon's Pretty (if I can find the photo, I'll upload it here).
I'm sitting here in the dark listening to Spoon, orange peels scattered on my right knee, completely bare-faced. The only light (besides the subtle glow coming from the shuttered window adjacent to me) is from the computer screen. I happened to look up into the mirror- the light is making an interesting (I hate that word) silhouette.
While observing my reflection, I happened to be catching up on all the fashion blogs I've been missing out on for the past two weeks (finals + cruise, which was a really fun time). I happened to discover how one of my favorites blogged about a maternity blog... A fashionable one at that.
So my interest was sparked. I looked through picture after picture trying to discover her looks, clicking through pages of baby photos... and my maternal instinct captivated me.
For those who know me, I have been known to say I have a huge fear of pregnancy. It honestly began after reading (the incredible/one of my all-time favorites) East of Eden in the 11th grade. There was a class discussion that took place about a moment where an instrument for curing an STD was mentioned, and my teacher had to draw it... It was a metal, spiky Christmas tree looking device that literally gives me the heebee jeebees.
Since then, I just developed this fear.
"you should really think about this
it sounds like an interesting starting point for something"
- 0.5
(he's not letting me forget about this. thank you sir!)
hmm.hmmhmmhmm.
[Don't You Evah- Spoon]
Friday, March 26, 2010
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
In every way, I've changed since then
You know those... thingies that go "this is to this as that is to that"
Like, blue:green::red:orange.
Well, if I did one, it would be a bit too confessional, and I'm not revealing all my secrets tonight (today, really, if you look at the time).
Basically, I realized that you are to me as she is to him (mmm code work. slightly).
There were frantic wheels when I realized this. Realizations cause speed. So I sped, knowing that even if I found you, I would have to slow my actions down, lock my arms in place, put on stoicism for passion and try to enter into cool confessional-ity.
I remembered how you once flailed your arms in front of you to demonstrate how I wanted to hold onto you. I laughed and took your hand in mine anyways, opting to wait until your arm fell to your side and slipping ever so slightly into its warmth.
As I searched you out, your ghost taunted me, flailing.
I relaxed, a quick flash of laughter at my own stupidity.
I cupped my hands together for warmth, put them to my mouth, breathed fog (it hid your ghost).
And you have been gone from my heart. And I smiled.
[The First Five Times- Stars]
Like, blue:green::red:orange.
Well, if I did one, it would be a bit too confessional, and I'm not revealing all my secrets tonight (today, really, if you look at the time).
Basically, I realized that you are to me as she is to him (mmm code work. slightly).
There were frantic wheels when I realized this. Realizations cause speed. So I sped, knowing that even if I found you, I would have to slow my actions down, lock my arms in place, put on stoicism for passion and try to enter into cool confessional-ity.
I remembered how you once flailed your arms in front of you to demonstrate how I wanted to hold onto you. I laughed and took your hand in mine anyways, opting to wait until your arm fell to your side and slipping ever so slightly into its warmth.
As I searched you out, your ghost taunted me, flailing.
I relaxed, a quick flash of laughter at my own stupidity.
I cupped my hands together for warmth, put them to my mouth, breathed fog (it hid your ghost).
And you have been gone from my heart. And I smiled.
[The First Five Times- Stars]
Saturday, March 13, 2010
I feel that word for you
4 Moments (just to unfurl)
1.
-"I've been meaning to ask you about that"
--"About what?"
-"What you meant by 'I think we'd be good for each other'?"
--"I mean that exactly. Do you doubt it?"
-"Well..."
--"I feel it. It's instinct"
... Well, it sure would be quite the story, and I always think to myself about it. I remain guarded, but so do you. We melt away and fall into routine. Are we finally ready to admit that? Are we finally falling into the undercurrent?
---
2.
Whenever I hear your voice, I feel peace within my soul. I sometimes catch myself inching my hand closer to yours, lingering that extra second if I get the opportunity to do so. I am far too nervous to actually do it, but I hear you're preoccupied, which is fine by me. Truly fine. Because we have an absolutely beautiful thing going.
---
3.
A wall goes up, and this is when I mime. I control the urge to just slip my hand into yours, to write down exactly what I want to say... I play cool, calm, and collected. But when you want something, you make that effort. I don't know why I feel myself knot up at the thought of you, why I unfurl when I get the briefest moment. I have reached out for "the last time". If you don't reach back, then... I must "simply" let go.
---
4.
We're so similar. Thank goodness for that. I can see us in rocking chairs, recollecting about past novels and poems and tall tales from our youth while having modest careers and that someone to tuck in at night. Every conversation, every chuckle... it trickles down and gives me something more than just reassurance. You're a keeper.
---
[Worn Me Down- Rachael Yamagata]
1.
-"I've been meaning to ask you about that"
--"About what?"
-"What you meant by 'I think we'd be good for each other'?"
--"I mean that exactly. Do you doubt it?"
-"Well..."
--"I feel it. It's instinct"
... Well, it sure would be quite the story, and I always think to myself about it. I remain guarded, but so do you. We melt away and fall into routine. Are we finally ready to admit that? Are we finally falling into the undercurrent?
---
2.
Whenever I hear your voice, I feel peace within my soul. I sometimes catch myself inching my hand closer to yours, lingering that extra second if I get the opportunity to do so. I am far too nervous to actually do it, but I hear you're preoccupied, which is fine by me. Truly fine. Because we have an absolutely beautiful thing going.
---
3.
A wall goes up, and this is when I mime. I control the urge to just slip my hand into yours, to write down exactly what I want to say... I play cool, calm, and collected. But when you want something, you make that effort. I don't know why I feel myself knot up at the thought of you, why I unfurl when I get the briefest moment. I have reached out for "the last time". If you don't reach back, then... I must "simply" let go.
---
4.
We're so similar. Thank goodness for that. I can see us in rocking chairs, recollecting about past novels and poems and tall tales from our youth while having modest careers and that someone to tuck in at night. Every conversation, every chuckle... it trickles down and gives me something more than just reassurance. You're a keeper.
---
[Worn Me Down- Rachael Yamagata]
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Say a word that's quiet, not half the way there
Disjunct Within the Mind
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Lately, I cut myself off.
And I can't help it. I cut myself off in front of everyone, and so far, there has been one exception.
(Thank goodness for you, other half. Our conversations are... amazing).
It's not serious- I just notice it. So don't take it as my holding back.
---
I'm so happy for you, don't question that. Ever. Because seeing your smile makes me happy.
---
Time.
[Oh, La- Ra Ra Riot]
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Lately, I cut myself off.
And I can't help it. I cut myself off in front of everyone, and so far, there has been one exception.
(Thank goodness for you, other half. Our conversations are... amazing).
It's not serious- I just notice it. So don't take it as my holding back.
---
I'm so happy for you, don't question that. Ever. Because seeing your smile makes me happy.
---
Time.
[Oh, La- Ra Ra Riot]
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