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prhln's rmntns: a blog about sex & wistfulness: #194: Love Letter In A Library (for E)
I would love you among the paperbacks and the hardcovers and the smell of wood any night and any day, happily. I’d make a mockery of all the hushing signs signifying silence; and I’d print fingertips & lips across the pale pages of your skin.
We’d start with a passage from a book too beautiful to finish and we’d end with exclamations punctuating ejaculatory paragraphs.
I’d hold you by your spine and by your margins, tenderly trace your endpapers, stack you up right (and upright), open and close your covers, thrill your concordances, read you comprehensively left-to-right and right-to-left. We’d emerge in gasps of air and fiery flushes at the dividers, ready for fresh new chapters of action.
And I want to write on you, in manic splashes, to be ink upon your skin, glistening like the reflection of sky in sunlit reading rooms. I want.
I get to reblog myself too, right? This is my favorite thing I’ve written that wasn’t over a thousand words.
(Source: parhelions, via parhelions)
Medicare office
Pick out a nice bit of wall and stare at it for half an hour.
"They keep saying that sea levels are rising an all this. It’s not to do with the icebergs melting, it’s because there’s too many fish in it. Get rid of some of the fish and the water will drop. Simple. Basic science."
Karl Pilkington (via fuckyeahrickystevekarl)
Some say he’s a genius.
Actually no. No one says that. That was a lie.
(via bigmagnets)
Oh! I’ve been to Europe! pffft.
Ever noticed how whenever someone decides that they are going to take that first leap overseas, they come back with 5 million photos, all containing lots of arty pictures of buildings? Because apparently no one does that. What fun adventures did you get up to you ask? Well, all my pictures can show you is that there are buildings over there. Old buildings. Sometimes, I am sitting in front of the buildings. Sometimes I am pretending I am holding the building up by playing tricks…
I say this, lurking through a few acquaintances’ photos of their recent trips, trying to live vicariously through the images and rekindle the passion I had while I was over myself but the albums are bland, repetitive and interchangeable.
Honestly, I can appreciate the fact that yes, Europe has some lovely architecture and wonderful, historical buildings but really, we need to be doing something different. “Insert city name” + buildings + artistic sunset in the background is not going to impress people. at least not me.
Lucy ‘Vixen’ Collett, click on the picture for a 360 degree view.
i was just accused of being this naked lady. ha!
oh no. i feel that way…
After about three weeks of spending all my spare time devoted to listening to another struggle through a marriage ending, i finally feel drained. I am lying here at 1:30 am, debating with myself if I can actually handle this. Burning the candle at both ends, I am wondering if I can maintain this positivity or if I will be sucked into a negative oblivion. One part of me is seriously considering a possible breakdown with crying and a dramatic climax to the situation, but I don’t feel upset enough to do it. Most of my nights have been spent coaching, advising and listening to a woman spiralling downwards into a dark abyss of depression caused by her husband being unfaithful after 11 years of marriage. I have literally been there every step of the way. A small portion of me actually wishes that the people not involved actually knew what a patient and dedicated person I am to people that cry out for help, while on the other hand, I wish that someone would just recognise how hard it is working full time, to come home and deal with this and recognise that maybe I’m not ok. I feel ok I guess, just really strung out. I feel like everyone wants something from me and no one is even considering the amount of selfless things I do for them and how it makes me feel.
When I’m not doing that or working which takes up about 80%-90% of my whole day, I’m having a drink with at least one of my neighbours and trying to unwind. Then coming up in the early morning, as time has slipped away from me, I realise there is the usual housework to do and I literally can only stare at it and hope that I get it done tomorrow, with my day being planned out: WORK ALL DAY, HOUSEWORK, GET LOST IN THE LAND OF SORROWS FOREVER WITH NEIGHBOUR.
At the end of the day, it is easy to ignore a situation or not get involved, but for those who have the balls to get in there and absolutely give 110% to positively change someone’s life, I highly commend you, this is tough work. And for those who are either oblivious to the situation or just utterly consumed with your own petty shit going on in your own life, how about you spare a thought for those who contribute to the greater good and really try and make a difference. Do something for someone else’s benefit. Not for thanks and gratitude but for proving the sheer fact that you actually have a decent bone in your body and are able to think of the whole picture rather then only what you need/can be bothered to do. You might, in turn, just be saving someone else from their own downfall.
yes, i WAS social tonight. and i have pictures to prove i have friends.
So. Totally true. I do have pictures of me with friends. Do i post them on facebook to validate myself through publicising it? Nope. Too drunk and too lazy.
Attended a 21st birthday tonight with an endless bar tab. Needless to say, got pretty shitfaced. Didn’t eat dinner with the knowledge that there was going to be food there, so I arrived, sober and hungry.
The crowd consisted of those young wankers that wear suits and think they are the bees knees and girls wearing shoes that made them look like they were gargantuan amazon women. Of course, as you do when you are horrendously uncomfortable with yourself, the females of the group waved away any delicious finger food that was presented before them, to show to anybody that was watching, how much self control they have when it comes to eating. These are the kind of girls that would hold out all night until they got home and then gorge themselves on a kg of nachos and fall alseep in their own filth, only to wake up feeling shame, guilt and the inconvenience of brushing out the crushed dorito crumbs from their hair and face.
Fast forwarding to the end of the night and after finding out we could order double shots…. I impatiently decided, “No way man, cabs are for losers. Look at that damn line! I’m walking home.” So the trek began from West End to New Farm. Everything ran smoothly, except for the minute I hit the valley. Caught some guy out trying to ghost me, gave out a high five, became included into some people’s plan to “not draw attention to ourselves” - a general traffic light conversation and after some small chit chat, no flirting included, was kissed on the head by a total stranger. As well as all this attention from the boys, I must have walked passed at least 10 girls looking like absolute trash, holding those aforementioned skyhigh heels in their hands, walking barefoot through the dirty, old valley. I mean REALLY. What was the point of dressing like an absolute sex bomb (aka. big slut) when you can’t even maintain the image all night and end up looking like some cracked up whore.
I wish people could be comfortable enough in themselves to not play this night charade. Boys, any amazing girl will not be impressed with how loud you are and how many people you yell obscenities at. Girls, drop the act. Boys will eventually find out how ugly you actually are when you take off the extensions/eyelashes, slimming underwear, high heels, fake tan and mask of make up. Everyone needs to stop trying so hard. You’re hilarious, but so, so pathetic.
