I both curse and love this book, and I haven't even read it yet. It's just so me, so me I feel like I'm the one who wrote those words, they sound like they came from my heart and my mouth and my way of writing. I'm envious. I think this beautiful person might have written my book. It scares me a little. What if whatever I end up writing one day will be some sort of copy of this? What if the world doesn't want any fragile, confused, observant words anymore once I'm actually ready to create something worth reading?
Anyway. Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. The person who wrote the book called "Freckles" also wrote this. His words are mine now. I don't own them, but they're mine. I'm in love, you see, and when I fall in love with words, I keep them and care for them and taste them and write them out everywhere and anywhere that I can. That's one of the reasons why I made this blog to begin with; as a storage place for all the words that belong to me (they belong to anyone else who want them too, I love sharing)but weren't written by me.
I highlighted the words I love the best.
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There are so many failures and agendas and victories to tell you all about or to hide from you. There are clouds and Tuesday and the color yellow. There is the tea that I am drinking and there has got to be a way to get this right.
Where do we begin? Where did we leave off?
Footprints in the snow, the taste of fresh blood in the winter, are we predators or prey or does it change with the seasons and let me clear my throat and you go make yourself some tea because this is going to take a minute.
Sometimes rainbow, sometimes cotton candy piss yellow brown black, in between life with your seat belt on. Stopping for some coffee while kissing your face and forgetting everything but making appointments. Shameless self promotion, spending problem, drug habit, beautiful life. Soft sleep in the afternoon, you're sweet and I'm lies and ghost ships. Oyster, sand in between the toes, pop music, you fucker. I set sail, I wish I would.
Where do we begin? Where did we leave off?
Footprints in the snow, the taste of fresh blood in the winter, are we predators or prey or does it change with the seasons and let me clear my throat and you go make yourself some tea because this is going to take a minute.
Sometimes rainbow, sometimes cotton candy piss yellow brown black, in between life with your seat belt on. Stopping for some coffee while kissing your face and forgetting everything but making appointments. Shameless self promotion, spending problem, drug habit, beautiful life. Soft sleep in the afternoon, you're sweet and I'm lies and ghost ships. Oyster, sand in between the toes, pop music, you fucker. I set sail, I wish I would.
you're amazing. i do the same thing with words i love. we would be good friends.
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