I love that I've somehow ended up firmly on the puckurt bandwagon. I'm not too sure how it happened, but c'est la vie! Someone quoted something lovely today, and my first thought was "is that a song? I could use it for my p/k fanmix(*)..." It turns out it's not, but I still feel like it could would fit p/k.
You're in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won't tell you that he loves
you, but he loves you. And you feel like you've done something terr-
ible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself
a grave in the dirt, and you're tired. You're in a car with a beautiful boy,
and you're trying not to tell him that you love him, and you're trying to
choke down the feeling, and you're trembling, but he reaches over and
he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your
heart taking root in your body, like you've discovered something you
don't even have a name for.
Richard Siken
(*) Which is going pretty well, I think. I've just spent an hour working on the front cover and although it's not finished yet, I'm actually pretty pleased with it!