Revising and working on three papers in one week: The life of an English major.
Satellite Heart by Anya Marina
I think part of loving is allowing yourself to be lost in someone. Holding back will only leave you with your feet on the ground and no one next to you.
The days that you can feel your lack of sleep in your eyes, the days your mind races faster than the world around you.
The wind brushed by my face and so did the past. Drying out my eyes and rustling my hair. But the past has nothing on you and so it kept on moving.
Light sides, dark sides, grey sides: seeing all sides.
I have scars on my hands from touching certain people.– J.D. Salinger
To push my fingers through your hair would be the nicest thing of all.
So, I’m staying at my moms house tonight and she packed me a lunch for when I go to my class tomorrow. I’m in college. She’s the cutest.
I run my hands over the curve of my waist from where I carried a moon at my hip. I inhale and see driftwood ribs. Exhale; clothes hanger collarbones. Sharp eyes like needle points, dark with thundering edges— —but my father always told me there was something calm about the eye of the storm. Freckled lips; two petals that only unfurl underneath the moonlight. But...
Part of me is made of glass, and also, I love you.– Nicole Krauss, The History of Love
Her lips pursed in a way that made all the girls jealous and all the boys shiver and shake in their boots, as she sipped from the water fountain. To what degree did a girl like that think of something other than love and to what degree did she feel it? Her only look was one of grace and her only movement was one filled with poise. How did she co-exist in a place with such a lack of charm, in a...
I once felt I’d follow you to the moon and sit on its crest and bask in its glow. I once felt that the world would make sense at the touch of your hand, that my words would somehow compile into a massive hum that would make you melt. Now I would not even follow you out of a burning building, your steps leading me into the flames.
The light glowed past the volumes of thick air. Your noise rang in my ears all night long, your eyes piercing my thoughts through the miles. The world melted on my end as it burned on yours. Maybe I’m loosing too much sleep but I just wanted to sink my nails in you.
Last night I did yoga by candle light.