linguistic hunger.

[windsor]

A love letter of sorts in poetry, for givemehistory. The product of staring at this picture for far too long, and of watching a beautiful, beautiful game

Comments

[cercaluna]

Oh Susan. ://

[windsor]

I keep seeing love in everything, everywhere.

[lout]

This is so pretty. You're such a wordsmith, really.

[windsor]

Thank you so much. :x I'm always thrilled when people actually read my poetry, and particularly flattered by your comment! I wonder if you write much? I've always thought that you would write fantastically, but I just realized that I don't think I've ever read anything by you. <3.

[lout]

I don't read poetry that often, but there's something about the way you put words together!

I write sometimes, but I'm an absolute freak about it. I'm incredibly thin-skinned, to the point that I can't show anyone my work for fear of them even thinking something critical. I'm tragically unconfident, even though my classmates have always fawned over my writing, and my writing got top marks last year on a standardised exam with no possibility of favouritism or anything. Even with journal entries, I have to reread them ten times before I can post! It's awful, and I wish I could get over it.

[niche]

(i) is my heart.

[windsor]

:* Have I mentioned how glad I am that you're posting poetry again? Which doesn't explain my lack of commenting, but. Lately, I've been seeing people wrapped up and surrounded by love, love for the game, love for living a certain moment, love for anything.

[one_if_by_land]

*cries* you and last lines. ♥

[windsor]

I am infatuated with last lines! Something about them being the last chance to make a statement, really. But, darling, thank you. You and your intriguingly secret projects = fantastic.

[givemehistory]

Susan. Susan Susan Susan. If I told you this made me cry, would that even express half of what I feel?

You're right. This isn't Stevie & Xabi, exactly. It's something more. It's Stevie & Xabi and all of the countless other romances I can think of or remember or dream about at night. But if this had to be someone, it would be Xabi, strong and lush and hungry for everything the world has to offer.

Darling. I love your eagerness and the way everything in your poetry translates into love. ♥

*uses corresponding icon!*

[windsor]

Oh darling darling darling. I started crying halfway through the documentary, I'm not even kidding. I'm a gigantic Liverpool fan now. This is all for you, really, for converting me to this fantastic sport and for being awesome in general and all of that! I hope your trip was good.

I adore Xabi, I really do! Like I told Amalin, lately I've been seeing love in everything, to the extent where I start thinking, how can you live without loving something like mad? How can you play without loving the sport and the feeling and the team? :* My world's become hopelessly romanticized.

[givemehistory]

I got your e-mail earlier today. I was sitting in the lounge at UChicago and I nearly cried from happiness. Oh Susan, I don't mean to ruin your life with this sport, but I love you for watching all of these games and loving all of these players and trying to learn/write/whatever. Man. ♥