to sir, with love

I am a lover without a lover.
I am lovely and lonely and I belong deeply to myself.




“ ‘Just one thing.’ she says, raising her head and looking me straight in the eye. ‘I want you to remember me. If you remember me, then I don’t care if everybody else forgets.’ Miss Saeki (Kafka on the Shore)
“ You turned out to be all I was looking for, the missing piece in the big fucking puzzle. Alyssa (Chasing Amy)


Can I wake up to this?

Can I wake up to this?



“ If there is no love in the world, we will make a new world, and we will give it walls, and we will furnish it with soft, red interiors, from the inside out, and give it a knocker that resonates like a diamond falling to a jeweller’s felt so that we should never hear it. Love me, because love doesn’t exist, and I have tried everything that does. Jonathan Safran Foer (Everything is Illuminated)





“ I don’t know what they are called, the spaces between seconds– but I think of you always in those intervals. Salvador Plascencia

“ I’d cut my soul into a million different pieces just to form a constellation to light your way home. I’d write love poems to the parts of yourself you can’t stand. I’d stand in the shadows of your heart and tell you I’m not afraid of your dark. Andrea Gibson


“

I want to see you.

Know your voice.

Recognize you when you
first come ‘round the corner.

Sense your scent when I come
into a room you’ve just left.

Know the lift of your heel,
the glide of your foot.

Become familiar with the way
you purse your lips
then let them part,
just the slightest bit,
when I lean in to your space
and kiss you.

I want to know the joy
of how you whisper
“more”

 Rumi


“ If I had my way we’d sleep every night all wrapped around each other like hibernating rattlesnakes. William S. Burroughs


“ If you were mine, I’d kiss your ankles and neck and the tip of your nose. I’d bring you film canisters filled with love notes and interesting books and I’d send you texts with random facts whenever I discovered something new. I’d show up at your house at midnight with a pot of your favourite kind of tea and a blanket and tell you to come down so we could lie down on your lawn and look at the stars. I’d go into the city with you and throw away your map and search for someplace beautiful. I’d photograph you every day. I’d buy you baggy t-shirts and sing to you constantly. I’d give you your space if you wanted it, I’d make you mixes for every week we’d been together, I’d hold your hand underwater, and I’d love you until you asked me not to. Camryn Pulaski Day