Suddenly Utterly Speechless

"We all flirt with the tiniest notion of self conclusion with one simplified motion."

Why is it utterly impossible to find a song via google about someone else like you more than you like him?

I used to think it the easiest thing in the world to find music and art specific to feelings. All one had to do is generalize the feeling to a foundational emotion: happiness, nostalgia, melancholy, death, breaking up, falling in love. Thus you'd find a song to accommodate the unspecified emotion. And that would be it.

But for such specific feelings you can't shake, that you can't turn into just any song. Then what? Write your own, emo kid. Write your own.

You know what else there's a lack of? There's a lack of songs about what happens before falling in love.

I believe there are too many love songs; not enough flirting songs. There aren't enough songs that imply falling in love while dancing around the word and the idea.

That's where I want to exist. Where it's safe. Forever flirting.

Forever noncommittal and cozy and warm and falling--no, not even falling. I want to be right on the edge, that place when you're deciding whether or not to push yourself over the edge and make your grand fall.

I believe this is referred to as "the chase".

"The trick is that you're never supposed to act on it No matter how unbearable this misery gets."

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This is how it should always be. For everyone in the world.

I feel as if everyone just had a friend, we'd all be just fine. The great peace leaders of the world all had good friend. How could Ghandi have survived his hunger strike without a good friend to motivate him? I believe Martin Luther King Jr. had some friends too. A group of them supported him in his endeavors.

That's all that Hitler really wanted. A friend.

That's all I really need nowadays. Ask me what I'll bring were I stranded on an island? a couple of my greatest friends. We'd have a blast with ever moment being another adventure for the books.

When we're having a good time, we're meaning something more to the world than just a couple of happy friends.

I could be the biggest wallflower in the world and they would still force me to have fun.

And when I want isolation, when enough's enough, they happily leave me to my solitude.

I could be wallow in the biggest puddle of my own tears and they'd lift me right out and call me ridiculous.

today you are

1/24 the spell, alphabeat
1/25 drumming song, florence and the machine
1/25 Inside a Boy, My Brightest Diamond
1/27 Hey Annie, (Annie)
1/27 On, Agnes
1/28 Academia, Sia

desire

"I want to trace every contour of your body and mind"

-"I want to explore the planes and discover the cliffs of your body. I want to travel the oceans and climb the mountains of your mind. I want to navigate you"

"I want to get into a glorious tangle with you. I want your body heat to warm my slight frame. I want to examine the minutae of your day-to-day routine"

-"I wan your body against mine so I can hear out heartbeat harmonize. I want to hear the taste of sweet nothings on my neck, or feel the sound of nothing sweet on my ears. I want to hear all the words you know, all the connotations you give them."

"I want to take turns reading aloud as we pore over the latest tome, your solidarity helping me past the frightening parts"

"I want you to show me new things, offering me tidbits of fact, fiction, and whimsy as your see fit. I want you to remind me why I'm glad to be alive."

-I want your vigor for literature to intensify the exhilarating parts of the book. I want to make the adventures of these books we read real. I want you to inspire, enable, edit, touch, see, fill, comfort, understand, marvel, and astound: me."

"That's an offer I can't refuse--who am I kidding? YOU'RE an offer I can't refuse."