I’ve had 2 glasses of wine does anybody want to talk about Jacques Lacan’s philosophy of desire
Joan Didion writes, in On Keeping a Notebook, that the purpose of keeping a notebook, or a journal for that matter, isn’t because you simply want keep a personal record of things; but because you want to remember the person you were at that specific moment. we write things down on our notebook/journal/diary (whichever one of those you keep) because we want to remember. we want to remember what specific people meant to us on a particular day or hour. or minute. we want to remember our first impression of something (or of doing that something), possibly of someone, too. sometimes we think we’ll “always remember” important events: “I’ll make a mental note of that” etc etc. but in reality everything is fleeting. so Didion says write it down. keep a journal. that way, people, places, and certain events will always be there in case you ever want to come back to them sometime in the future. but also so that they don’t ever haunt you.
i love sending good morning texts and writing love letters and saying “this made me think of you” and loving people and making them feel it and being full of love
Take a deep breath. Everything will be alright. You will be okay. The sun will rise again and the flowers will start to bloom.
if you’re reading this, something good is going to happen to you soon
I love writing poetry. It’s like my own secret language. I can say “I need a slowness much like the sunrise” and nobody knows what I’m talking about but my heart says “yes, that’s exactly it”
eating dinner in the dark because my power is out. it’s giving very much A Temporary Matter by Jhumpa Lahiri
when men wear black turtlenecks. ok whore
fuck society, be a romantic poet drinking life from flowers.
not to be all [i love you till my breathing stops i love you till you call the cops on me] [it’s rotten work not to me not if it’s you] [i can take care of myself just fine. no. what do you mean no? no] [one word from you and i would jump off of this ledge i’m on baby] [i will do anything whatever she wants] [is that too much to expect? that i would name the stars for you?] [you want to die for love you always have] [love for you is not like the usual romantic love. it’s like a religion. it’s terrifying] but i want a love full of devotion
love is buying someone a book and writing a note to them on the first page
“Still, there are times I am bewildered by each mile I have traveled, each meal I have eaten, each person I have known, each room in which I have slept. As ordinary as it all appears, there are times when it is beyond my imagination.”
—Jhumpa Lahiri, from Interpreter of Maladies
“God, I have touched the living face of a person I love with the same hands I have touched the dying face of someone I love and none of that seems fair.”
—Hanif Abdurraqib, On Seatbelts and Sunsets (source)
no, I do not believe in romantic love. yes, I dream of a lover wearing a signet ring with my name engraved upon it.
Can I just have a handwritten letter from someone I love that I can use as a bookmark? Is that too much to ask?
it’s Autumn once again, which means that it’s time for me to yearn for a lover to dance with to Nat King Cole in our candlelit living room YET AGAIN
how to become immortal:
- break a writer’s heart
- fall in love with a writer
- Make a writer fall in love with you