You smile when you forget not to...
wouuuuuuushhhh taking a break from math test review...because my muscle in my arm is twitching for some reason. >_< TWITCH!
Born Confused is so...incredible. Amazingly spectacular. It's fantastic. Insane. *-* I read and I don't read the words but somehow they all get to me and it seems like an eternity has passed when I've only read a few pages and it seems like time stands still and the writing...the writing is bloody brilliant.
The feeling of the fabric was bittersweet, like a goodbye hug.
Every night is your first and your last and it's all about the chemistry.
I remembered my mother's once cryptic advice to never make decisions when horizontal, even alone, and it seemed to make sense now, because your mind was much closer to extreme states in this position--depression, dreaming, insanity.
He smiled. His hand was nearly touching mine and I had a strange feeling. Electric, like a current was running from his skin to mine. The thin slit of distance between us was as tensely tangible as the moment between thunder and lightening. As music hidden in a piano bench.
Somehow the music felt exactly right. It was full of as many emotions as a bite of bhel puri, it crunched and it spilled and it lingered and was gone it a haertbeat. It trundled down the throat, eddied in the belly and dawdled; it satiated and made you want more. It was danceable and it was lonely and it was full of fields and fruit and skyscrapers, and it was the sound of a star forming in a black hole. Somehow it was just how I was feeling.
We had time and telepathy on our side, and it those days we never ran for shelter when it rained.
You smile when you forget not to.
and so many more passages...oh my goodness...it's so fabulous. Chapter 18...and chapter 21...oh my goodness. It's...magical.
I'm so tired from dance but I can't sleep I still have french and I have to finish math review and I have to take a shower ...wouuuuuuuuuuuuush...and I'm silly and forgot the posters for history so now I can't work on them. >_<
I turned back and watched New York City recede behind us, as if the whole island were floating away in the summer wind, this island like a birthday cake for an ancient giant with a mammoth appetite, a cake on fire with its blazing windows and broken promises, and kept ones, too, everyone's fifteen minutes and everyone's could-have-been, everyone's one-that-got-away and no one, lost children and grown-ups trying to get lost in its nect-cricking height, it's rushing streets, it's tunnel-deep icy-officed smoke of a thousand cigarettes clouding your eyes. All the light floating away from us as we headed into the night-cloak coast of the other side. Just the other end of the water, but another world and so far away. Like Karsh's house. Just across the pond, but just out of reach. And receding farther...
woush...sorry...had to put that one it. ^^;
time to...REAAAAAAD!
Born Confused is so...incredible. Amazingly spectacular. It's fantastic. Insane. *-* I read and I don't read the words but somehow they all get to me and it seems like an eternity has passed when I've only read a few pages and it seems like time stands still and the writing...the writing is bloody brilliant.
The feeling of the fabric was bittersweet, like a goodbye hug.
Every night is your first and your last and it's all about the chemistry.
I remembered my mother's once cryptic advice to never make decisions when horizontal, even alone, and it seemed to make sense now, because your mind was much closer to extreme states in this position--depression, dreaming, insanity.
He smiled. His hand was nearly touching mine and I had a strange feeling. Electric, like a current was running from his skin to mine. The thin slit of distance between us was as tensely tangible as the moment between thunder and lightening. As music hidden in a piano bench.
Somehow the music felt exactly right. It was full of as many emotions as a bite of bhel puri, it crunched and it spilled and it lingered and was gone it a haertbeat. It trundled down the throat, eddied in the belly and dawdled; it satiated and made you want more. It was danceable and it was lonely and it was full of fields and fruit and skyscrapers, and it was the sound of a star forming in a black hole. Somehow it was just how I was feeling.
We had time and telepathy on our side, and it those days we never ran for shelter when it rained.
You smile when you forget not to.
and so many more passages...oh my goodness...it's so fabulous. Chapter 18...and chapter 21...oh my goodness. It's...magical.
I'm so tired from dance but I can't sleep I still have french and I have to finish math review and I have to take a shower ...wouuuuuuuuuuuuush...and I'm silly and forgot the posters for history so now I can't work on them. >_<
I turned back and watched New York City recede behind us, as if the whole island were floating away in the summer wind, this island like a birthday cake for an ancient giant with a mammoth appetite, a cake on fire with its blazing windows and broken promises, and kept ones, too, everyone's fifteen minutes and everyone's could-have-been, everyone's one-that-got-away and no one, lost children and grown-ups trying to get lost in its nect-cricking height, it's rushing streets, it's tunnel-deep icy-officed smoke of a thousand cigarettes clouding your eyes. All the light floating away from us as we headed into the night-cloak coast of the other side. Just the other end of the water, but another world and so far away. Like Karsh's house. Just across the pond, but just out of reach. And receding farther...
woush...sorry...had to put that one it. ^^;
time to...REAAAAAAD!