someday maybe never we’ll build a story together nothing extravagant just a simple thing to share privately something tranquil and chaotic a tale of infuriating comfort and elusive yet steadfast camaraderie a story that’s consistently paradoxical full of nonsense and meaning serene elegant clumsiness a mystical transparency unequivocally proven without a scrap of evidence something as ridiculous as a jokester in a japanese snow garden dancing inside the beat of a steadily thumping shishi odoshi
squishy monday afternoon library blues (in teal & pink)
there is a couple in the reference area right now regulars heteros he’s asian and tall she’s very vanilla but there’s something sharp about the way she lumbers thin as a rail they are always making squishy kissing sounds right behind my back and last week without turning around I said, are those kissing sounds and he giggled and she squealed a tiny sigh and they both sighed like this library was their golden castle of love and happily ever after they make me horny as hell and I don’t even mind their being here at all, afterall
like the spring that makes a hinge inside a hair barrette snap amid fine silky strands and comes undone only with the accompanying sharp finger pricks when the snake of tears that’s usually coiled in my throat has opened up to slink metallic elastic across my collarbone pressing not like a thumb but more like the gentle palm of a hand where it meets the wrist in that hallow known as the jugular notch turning to the databases never did make any sense in the search of stories about time these mysteries that return to burn themselves up like words that can’t be examined because i’ve always been fascinated with this idea of the black hole plot line that eats itself up since everything happens future past present all at once in a combustion of moments alit on fire and they only led me back where i knew the folklore is always waiting to see what the tricksters have to do about the issue so anansi bit my ass again with his ability to do the impossible and win all the stories but still spill all the wisdom so there was just enough of a little bit in all of us for me to see that timelessness is on my side and surely there must have once been a time when we made love i know the only reason i can’t remember how the skin at the small of your back and behind your knees and on the palms of my fingers under the hair of your neck feels right now is because it hasn’t happened yet and that’s okay too because every unrequited lover has her day on both sides of the coin and if everything is never happening at once i guess i actually can just sit right here and wait
Sexual Attraction:Sexual attraction is a feeling that sexual people get that causes them to desire sexual contact with a specific other person.
Romantic Attraction:Romantic attraction is a feeling that causes people to desire a romantic relationship with a specific other person.
Crushes:A crush is a romantic attraction to someone, a desire for a romantic relationship of some kind, a desire that is possibly temporary in nature, possibly never to be acted upon.
Squishes:A squish is an aromantic crush, a desire for a strong platonic relationship with someone; this envisioned relationship is usually more emotional intimate than a typical friendship.
Sensual Attraction:Some asexuals report a desire to do sensual (but not sexual) things with certain people, especially relating to tactile sensuality such as cuddling.
Aesthetic Attraction:Some asexuals report feeling an attraction to other people that is not connected to a desire to do anything with them, either sexually or romantically. They simply appreciate their appearance.
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(NOTE >> i didn't reblog this directly from my daughter because i'm a protective mother tiger bitch like that) but:my kid (who's brilliant, obviously) reblogged this this morning (out of the mouths of babes, as they say) not sure i get all these distinctions but we're struggling with some of the same questions she and i <3
another semester gone already and it’s hard to believe that summer is almost here on a day like today
it’s early still and the library is still hushed and the general consensus is that zero fucks will be given until no one is looking and then we all have our noses pressed to textbooks we can’t wait to return
someone threw a television out of a dorm window yesterday
I guess we all cope differently
25 years later and they are still tossing televisions…what, I wonder will they be tossing 20 years from now? awkwardnostalgic<3 for this.
okay…I swear I don’t how I missed this but I *tried* to scroll down my dash a mile to find the original but i never could but i really truly always sincerely want more of your words. swear….
I did not because I would have raved about it - positively. You are so incredibly amazing, Salty. Truly. I’m so glad I stayed up these last few minutes and saw it. You brilliant, woman. sofullofawkward<3 jillc
hush now quietly can you hear it the sound of the coming week i think on wind maybe whooshing like the sweet sound of deadlines past and lists of things to do to keep the roof overhead and the magic of mundane routines yoga breathing eating swinging along as if nothing ever really changes my love
now i lay me down to sleep my day and musings all complete i hope and pray there is such a thing as lucidity in my dreaming please bring visions soft but clumsy like a dove and the touch that i so crave that of my one pure love
it seems i always make you cry she once said to me i replied the world makes me cry and this i’ll say to you too you are the place where i connect with the world and so my tears are the price you pay for loving me
caught in the car without a notebook again had to use the stupid CARLI pen that that motherfucker left under the seat my life is a disaster why can’t I just stick to motherhood and leave it all go at that
even though i’ve never believed in happily-ever-after-endings recently i’ve spent enough time docked at lee resting tethered to reality to know that what i always ever wanted was someone to take me by the hand and say you and me “kiddo” it’s only always us against the rest of the cold harsh world and i will never let go as we sail around the planet in a vessel with an airtight cabin where none of the instruments warp and we can make ourselves into the perfect pair of gypsy souls collecting moments forever and meanwhile i am snared adrift waiting patiently yet in a snit for whatever happens next
i used to think sad poetry was sorrow’s parting consolation prize until these tears blurred my eyes anew making it impossible to breathe or even to read so much still my heart will forever belong to you
the story…writes itself and you are in it acceptance is a cruel destiny also a big city expansive place a hub both a destiny and a point of commencement the tragedy of loneliness is its ultimate…expendability eventually the urge to reach returns in all its viscous dimensions overflowing with populations so varied and diverse breathe deep in each and every slum along the way and pick your poisons well dear for you will set forth again because all the stories have already been told and yours is to retell and just sometimes to listen
silly blind selfish woman spent so much time making and grieving lists of all the ways he deceived and hurt and frayed wondering why and where and when it all went wrong to fiinally see backwards from the very beginning recognizing that particular tension of letting myself be led astray all the precious bread crumbs eaten up from a silver tray that I served up an unknown effort to look away
he taught me how to reach subtly by standing between us blocking my gaze bending when I peaked around a matching mirrored reflection of my fears leaning on my weakest joints inviting me to dance an old ritual of distraction designed by me to protect the world and you from what I want
For those of you who don’t know what swamp ass is, let me explain to you what this horrible discomfort entails: *clearing throat* sweaty ass.
That’s what it is; it’s when your ass sweats. From what I’ve researched it’s not something that is very common. The most common form of…
this is absolutely fabulous - David - here’s your feedback: i love this because it’s funny because it’s exactly 100% true (dork) voice laying that shit out for the world because it’s really just fucking unwise to take yourself too serious because all the good ones of us are freaks to begin with funny. and it has the same rhythm as that sentence I just wrote. like when you are making fun of yourself and just throw down but with no chip on your shoulder that voice is often hilarious and always welcome - in any piece. it is also fucking too true so it’s…highly functional. there’s tons of meaning and reading ourselves (that is seeing/recognizing ourselves) - in every outrageous circumstance - is a huge part of what we are looking for as readers.
all-in-all this an epic short-short comic piece in my book. plus i honest to god laughed out loud so hard so often i had to go back and re-read so i didn’t miss anything.
is that the sort of input thing you’re looking for? (note see private messages for future feadback but this was so great I wanted to reblog anyway) you kickass.
yes, i most definitely do. i don’t believe they always (or even often) come in the form of romantic relationships. i have not yet figured out a reliable way to identify them. there have been times i thought i was in the company of a soul mate and i turned out to be wrong. that has been true in every instance regarding romantic soul mates. but i have been exactly right in terms of more “platonic” soul mates. so…i’m still learning and defining it but my heart and mind and body all believe….wholeheartedly.
for the record and to avoid any confusion (as if this is *so* important) i don’t necessarily believe soulmates = forever togetherness. I’m pretty certain I don’t believe in the concept of happily ever after.
there are times when i catch a momentary glimpse of myself in that old proverbial mirror and worry that you’ll get annoyed with me for looking like a virtual puppy tagging along behind you sniffing your butt and pissing hearts on everything in some lame immature attempt to claim you as mine and then i remember that this place is simply a funhouse and you know how distorted the mirrors are in those places