i wish my smile was your favorite kind of smile
i wish the way that i dressed was your favorite kind of style
i wish you couldn’t figure me out
but you’d always want to know what i was about
—kate nash
oh but they’re weird and they’re wonderful
—elton john
i dont want to be your friend
i just want to be your lover
no matter how it ends
no matter how it starts
—radiohead
the fog comes on little cats feet.
Over bloody Marys, I understood how much I did want to marry her, how much I wanted her to marry me. And after another drink, how much I wanted her to have my son. And after a third drink it simply seemed like a fun idea and not a hard promise to keep. She looked really pretty that day.
—bret easton ellis the rules of attraction
my type
people with passion.
—-
since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;
wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world
my blood approves,
and kisses are a better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don’t cry
—the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids’ flutter which says
we are for each other: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life’s not a paragraph
And death i think is no parenthesis
your heart felt good,
it was dripping pitch & made of wood.
your hands & knees
felt cold and wet as the grass to me
—modest mouse
The catcher hits for .318 and catches every day
The pitcher puts religion first and rests on holidays
He goes into cathedrals and lies prostrate on the floor
He knows the drink affects his speed, he’s praying for a doorway
Back into the life he wants and the confession of the bench
Life outside the diamond is a wrench
—belle and sebastian
