Monday, January 11, 2010
Of all the hearts in the world
She walks into mine. She hit me like a truck. I always knew she was beautiful. I always knew she had the heart of a saint. I never could have guessed that I'd so cherish the brush of her lips against my shoulder. She hugs me around my waist, the pads of her fingers in the little dips in my spine. "I missed you," she says, even though I saw her only yesterday. She blinks and her eyelashes paint little tracks of wet mascara across my neck. Her voice is soft. She says she can't sing, but I want to hear her anyway. She asks me to sing instead. I purposefully pick "Rehab" by Amy Winehouse so that she won't realize that all I want to do is wrap her in a plaintive melody that expresses how intoxicated I really am. Sometimes she places her hand in mine. It always surprises me how well her fingers and mine fit. Her head tilts to her right until it comes to lie in the crook of my shoulder. It's so easy to pretend that this is real. So easy to imagine tilting my chin toward hers and brushing my lips against the corner of her mouth. So easy to hope that she wants the same thing. And then, as quickly as my heart began to beat, she drops my hand, throws her head back and laughs, and tells me stories of her weekend romantic escapades. And I discover how well matched are reality and jealousy.
It can happen
She's bi.
Like, for real. She's really bisexual. And she chose to tell me.
This isn't just a stupid crush anymore. This could be real.
HOLY FUCK THIS WAS AN AWESOME NIGHT.
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Before we get too old
I am determined.
Last semester was horrible. This semester won't be. I can tell you that.
Now it's time to breathe...
Seal it with a fist bump.
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Envy
I'm doing a series of posts based on the deadly sins. Because I like pictures of things that I want but can't have.
Guess which one this is.
Will I ever be as talented and beautiful as Polina Semionova or Natalia Osipova? No, but that doesn't mean I can't keep trying.
Audrey Hepburn = Gamine at its most perfect.
Only Natalie Portman could look hot with a shaved head.
Adriana Lima as Amy Winehouse. There are so many great things going on here. I like, verreh nice how much???
So cute. She pulls off the innocent-refined balance really well. Just one of the reasons I wish I were French. Audrey Tautou, oui oui!
Of course I love Bette Davis' eyes.
My body modification muse. Do I need to say anything else? Angelina Jolie is amazing. Love the confidence, love the tats...just, love.
This was the only photo of Asia Argento I could find that wasn't horribly obscene. But gotta love her for her chutzpah.
I never knew Freida Pinto could pull off the rumpled bedhead thing. Well, she can. For sure. Damn her and her stockings.
I love Rosario Dawson. Love her love her love her love her love her. Have I mentioned that I love her? Because I love her.
Stay tuned for a new part in the series - most likely lust (although lust and envy certainly overlap).
Yay 2010!
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