(no subject)
it is a month to month thing
and it is quiet like whispers.
there are poems about lobsters and hidden phone calls to and from organic markets and the remembrance of things very very past.
and i remember this, mostly. the staying up late and wanting to sleep in late and having deadlines and word counts and flashcards.
"la veuve de st pierre est un film d'amour et de la mort, mais il est aussi..."
i would like long holidays and summer songs and trips involving very little travel that end up magnificently. i would like for them to have not butchered {proof} by pairing gwenyth paltrow with jake gyllenhall. i would like old friends from old schools to find me and say "i miss you lets talk." i would like i would like i would would...
"they have laid the penthouse scenes away after a truly phenomenal run"
(and i remember that rediculous photograph of the boy against the car lighting the cigarette - blue sky red shirt and boots tripping past me in the opposite direction. the guitars in the tent, rocky slopes and the first week of the first coldplay record.)
i am in many directions at once
and it is quiet like whispers.
there are poems about lobsters and hidden phone calls to and from organic markets and the remembrance of things very very past.
and i remember this, mostly. the staying up late and wanting to sleep in late and having deadlines and word counts and flashcards.
"la veuve de st pierre est un film d'amour et de la mort, mais il est aussi..."
i would like long holidays and summer songs and trips involving very little travel that end up magnificently. i would like for them to have not butchered {proof} by pairing gwenyth paltrow with jake gyllenhall. i would like old friends from old schools to find me and say "i miss you lets talk." i would like i would like i would would...
"they have laid the penthouse scenes away after a truly phenomenal run"
(and i remember that rediculous photograph of the boy against the car lighting the cigarette - blue sky red shirt and boots tripping past me in the opposite direction. the guitars in the tent, rocky slopes and the first week of the first coldplay record.)
i am in many directions at once