My heart is beating so quickly. I just called my brother. I wish he had picked up, & I had to leave a voicemail, but we haven’t spoken on the phone in years, & we’ve really never been close, but I just had this weird feeling that I needed to call him & tell him that I love him. Because I do love him, & I worry that he doesn’t know that. & unless we tell [& show] the people that matter to us that they matter to us, how will they ever know.
Moral of the story: it’s never too late to tell people you love them, & there’s never a wrong time to tell people you love them. Even if they don’t pick up the phone, at least they’ll know.
- Holly Golightly, Breakfast at Tiffany’s
a poem for every time
you broke my heart
Fuck me with your words,
it’s okay, I like it.
Drum your fingers on my legs
and work your way up
there’s room for you inside.
Talk dirty to me, daddy,
call me what you want.
cum slut cunt whore bitch
it used to make my heart race
but you used to whisper in my ear
not cut into my skin;
whore on my back
bitch on my thigh
you in my heart.
Your teeth are lined up like bottles
sharp like broken glass
I suck on your tongue and chew
on your thoughts
and finger your mind.
I let you think that you are in control-
really it is me.
really it was you.
You fucked me twice last night
but I only cried once.
I never learned enough words
and I couldn’t count high enough
to write a poem for every time
you broke my heart.
- Iyanla Vanzant
Just spent an hour on the phone talking to my dad about beer & camping. I am feeling very manly.
Five o’clock in the evening, & I am just now having my first beer of the day. Sad that this is something noteworthy, & maybe a matter of concern that I had a beer within twenty minutes of waking up yesterday.
I tell you, being snowed into your apartment is something else.
Time to make Hemingway/De Vries/Thomas* proud & write drunk.
*The Internet is thoroughly convinced that Hemingway said, “Write drunk, edit sober.” He didn’t. The origins are unclear, but it was probably taken most closely from Peter De Vries. In fact, Hemingway said, “I have spent all my life drinking, but since writing is my true love I never get the two things mixed up.” Take note, & the next time you quote Hemingway, choose something other than, “Write drunk, edit sober.”
- Andrea Gibson
Is saying that my life is over a little dramatic?
We were supposed to have our first rehearsal for Spring Awakening tonight [the only thing that has gotten me through the last two weeks has been the anticipation] & now I am going to die because, due to the weather, it’s been cancelled.
Close the school, cancel classes, shut down shit early, but do not cancel my goddamn Spring Awakening rehearsal. This is all I have to live forrr.
I’m going to spend the day in bed drinking & screaming the lyrics to “Mama Who Bore Me (Reprise)” out my window.