"things that say a lot about people: the way in which they treat the waiter/waitress; how they feel about the weather; whether they dog ear pages or highlight in books; fingernails and hands in general; their preferred creative outlet; how much they dread/enjoy talking on the phone; whether or not they drink coffee; if they ever forget to eat; how honest they are with themselves (and others); if they correct your grammar; and whether or not they get nervous before haircuts." via
ii. it was overcast this morning, the kind that told you it rained and the kind that made you wonder when it did. and that said it was going to be a good day, because i am particularly hopeful about non-sunny days. they highlight the possibility that i may be able to do something that makes me feel like i'm alive.
iii. i only started dog-earing and underlining a little before you did. and i think the first book i did that in is perks. if not perks, then tfios. and letting people borrow that book was like letting people borrow my insides. each time the book is given back to me, some of my insides are missing from before. but i do not mind, because if i let them dog-ear in it as well, their insides become a part of me, too.
iv. one time, i dug into my fingers so hard i made them bleed. dirt is not an option for me, and i've caught my piano teachers staring as i practiced phrases. but hands are a thing of beauty for me. they're made to get dirty but i prefer them clean. i like prominence, i love to see veins at work (typing, ballet, playing the piano) - especially with the young. hands are made to do something, and i like seeing them do.
v. leave me alone unless i love you. and if you love me, you will leave me alone.
vi. there is a silent conversation i have with myself when the phone is ringing. please answer. don't tell me it's a bad time. laugh, smile. make me feel like i'm worth the minutes. because too many times, the voicemail isn't a real person, and even if it is your voice, it doesn't feel the same.
vii. twice every two months, for my money's sake. sweet, warm, creamy. i'll take hot chocolate, even in the summer. on the rare occasion that it is inverted, i like chilled, sweet, and smooth.
viii. breakfast on saturdays. lunch on busy weekdays. sometimes i have to set an alarm, or ask my sister to come bug me about it. sometimes i think that in the event of fast-paced timeframe, i would forget to eat altogether. maybe that's why it's so important that i do eat. so i can slow it down; bring it home; adjust (take it all).
ix. i can lie to myself enough times that i will believe it is the truth (that doesn't mean i do; i have), but i can never lie to you. words fall through me / and always fool me / and i can't react ... falling slowly / eyes that know me / and i can't go back.
x. if i don't know you, it may slip out. if i do know you, i will correct you knowingly. but if you love me, you will understand. (and chances are, if i know you, i'll love you.)
xi. it's usually over before i know it.
i've decided to go through my drafts and get them all published, so they're out there, and i can start afresh without so much buildup weighing me down. i wrote this in the summer of 2013, i think.
- kiss kiss kiss, dreaming of the green-