I talk a lot
Grimes performing @ Pitchfork Festival
July 20 2014, Chicago, IL.
runwaydoll: Dries Van Noten SS12 RTW
When I used to write it was how my heart was hollow and how I missed feeling the notches in your spine and now when I write I see that the “love” I once wrote about was just the love I saw in poems from people who’ve fallen in love with sorrow. Now I don’t write that much anymore, I’ve been looking for a way to write my love like the way people with passions effortlessly finish fine work and enjoy it. And I’ve found it.
My love is easy to get along with. It’s talkative and understanding, yet something you know not to cross. You can take it out on Friday nights and wake up to it morning after morning, it’s presence even stronger with absence. My love is gross, disgusting even. But in the good, gooey, easy to fix way. A way that’s only pure and messy, my love that gets your hands dirty is the same love that wipes you clean. My love is nothing I’ve seen in movies or in my friends and even parents. My love is everything I would hate to read about, it’s nothing to look for inspiration in. My love is the dark matter no one dares tempers with but drops jaws over. And my love may leave me and I may go back to writing about you, but it will be about how I spell my name out in the curve of your back and how you’d hold my hand in your sleep. It will still always have some of our love left in these little empty words I create out of missing you. But I will never go back to falling in love with sorrow, only falling out of writing words I’ve never said to you in person.
And I know none of what I’m saying here makes any sense, but it’s my love. It’s from me to you.
Does it match? Is it clean? Kinda? Okay
I was deployed in mid-2011. This was my dog’s very first reaction upon seeing me over Skype.
My butthead baby boy 👶💕