We belong to a time so far gone; a time we can never go back to.
i want to go back to that windy jetty in kukup and make a video.
i will fold paper boxes in different colors, happy colors but all pale and desaturated, like a muted kind of happiness. they will be the kind where every side is covered up.
then i will find those small fireworks, and load up each cube with one inside.
i will push them all out to sea at the same time, and i will film everything while it is done.
one by one, the boxes will blow up as they float out to sea. in random order, in chaos, but then perhaps, altogether.
we will do this one the tide is high, when the sun is just setting.
"Date a girl who doesn’t read because the girl who reads knows the importance of plot. She can trace out the demarcations of a prologue and the sharp ridges of a climax. She feels them in her skin. The girl who reads will be patient with an intermission and expedite a denouement. But of all things, the girl who reads knows most the ineluctable significance of an end. She is comfortable with them. She has bid farewell to a thousand heroes with only a twinge of sadness."
"I don’t want realism. I want magic! Yes, yes, magic. I try to give that to people. I do misrepresent things. I don’t tell truths. I tell what ought to be truth."
A Streetcar Named Desire (via quotewhore)
"I no longer believed in the idea of soul mates, or love at first sight. But I was beginning to believe that a very few times in your life, if you were lucky, you might meet someone who was exactly right for you. Not because he was perfect, or because you were, but because your combined flaws were arranged in a way that allowed two separate beings to hinge together."
Lisa Kleypas (via quotewhore)