“In my mind I am eloquent; I can climb intricate scaffolds of words to reach the highest cathedral ceilings and paint my thoughts. But when I open my mouth, everything collapses.”—Isaac Marion, Warm Bodies (via quoted-books)
So apparently Sam, my (ex?) boyfriend, has also been feeling like an emotional wreck. I guess we’re gonna talk tomorrow and maybe grab a drink after work. It’s hard to not get my hopes up. Has he realized that, in trying to take a break, he really does love me? Or is he feeling guilty that he broke my heart? (because I’m feeling dramatic today so fuck it. It’s either that or depressed so I choose dramatic.)
“I don’t want to be “sort of dating” someone. I don’t want to be “kinda hanging out” with someone. I don’t want to spend a lot of energy suppressing my feelings so I appear uninvolved. I want to be involved. I want to be sleeping with someone I know I’ll see again because they’ve already demonstrated to me that they’re trustworthy and honorable — and into me.”—
I told Miyazaki I love the “gratuitous motion” in his films; instead of every movement being dictated by the story, sometimes people will just sit for a moment, or they will sigh, or look in a running stream, or do something extra, not to advance the story but only to give the sense of time and place and who they are.
"We have a word for that in Japanese," he said. "It’s called ma. Emptiness. It’s there intentionally.”
Is that like the “pillow words” that separate phrases in Japanese poetry?
"I don’t think it’s like the pillow word." He clapped his hands three or four times. "The time in between my clapping is ma. If you just have non-stop action with no breathing space at all, it’s just busyness. But if you take a moment, then the tension building in the film can grow into a wider dimension. If you just have constant tension at 80 degrees all the time you just get numb.
most of what i’ve learned in the first half of my twenties is to embrace statistics i’m not smart enough to verify; the ones about black holes and how much of the universe is just empty space: between atoms and from one planet to another. it makes it easier, to stare at my…
Started a Tinder so my friend and I could judge those around us like the modern tech people of today. It gets awkward when my (kind of/super recent) ex pops up. So much for seeing where we’re at, looks like he’s looking for a new girl already. Awesome.
Wendy Darling becomes a pilot as soon as she comes of age,
because she was always going to find a way to fly,
and night after night sitting by the windowsill never got her anywhere
other than the ground.
When told of her curse, Sleeping Beauty goes in search of a spindle.
Instead of mounting the land with her feet full of needles, Ariel watches as her lover slides into the ocean with his legs blurring into scales.
One night, Belle finds herself growing a set of fangs and a coat of shaggy fur to match her Beast’s, and finds that she prefers jagged claws to blunt fingernails.
Susan Pevensie is not shunted from her kingdom
because she learned to use the only weapons she had at hand,
forfeiting her bow and arrow for red-lined lips and slick nylons.
After her feathers bloom like they do every night, Odette goes to find the sorcerer
and plunges her beak into each of his eyes.
True love’s kiss is sitting quietly in the middle of their priorities.
If they find themselves locked in a castle, they break down the walls.
Give me princesses in tattered chainmail or ripped dresses
Give me princesses who ride around, slaying dragons
or mounting them and claiming the sky.
When they are placed up in a tower and told to wait for their hero,
our princesses take their fate by the guts
slide their thighs around the neck of their thrashing dragon
and take to the stars.
“Fall in love with someone who wants you, who waits for you. Who understands you even in the madness; someone who helps you, and guides you, someone who is your support, your hope. Fall in love with someone who talks with you after a fight. Fall in love with someone who misses you and wants to be with you. Do not fall in love only with a body or with a face; or with the idea of being in love.”—(via urbankoi)
Kind of in relationship limbo right now… He kind of ended it, but in a “wait and see where we’re at in a month or two” kinda way, which is giving me (false?) hope that he may still love me… It kinda hurts. He was so good to me, so sweet that it makes this worse. This sucks. At least he promised to tell me if he somehow finds someone else so there’s that at least?