Archive for May, 2009

Hello there. Remember me?

May 30, 2009 - 10:08 pm 2 Comments

Hi, guys. It’s been awhile. I’m almost certain I’ve forgotten how to do this! :P Not having the internet has actually been quite nice, but I’m not sure that I know how to be a casual blogger.

Summer weather is upon us, and last week I had a wonderful visit with a good friend.

You know what it is? I feel this deep pressure to not write something unless it’s like, deep or profound. And really? How often do I actually do that anyway? Not often.

Oh well. Weezer is someday going to build me a pink computer, and then life will be complete. In the mean time I’ll have to survive watching the CABLE I just ordered! Hook up day is this Tuesday. I am excited.

Life is weird. This blog post is manic. I give up.

Grandma, I’m trying. :P

a love story.

May 2, 2009 - 8:04 pm 1 Comment

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To Robert Browning: 

And now listen to me in turn. You have touched me more profoundly than I thought even you could have touched me – my heart was full when you came here today. Henceforward I am yours for everything….

- Elizabeth Barrett Browning
(1806-1861)

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5 December, 1839

Dearest, – I wish I had the gift of making rhymes, for methinks there is poetry in my head and heart since I have been in love with you. You are a Poem. Of what sort, then? Epic? Mercy on me, no! A sonnet? No; for that is too labored and artificial. You are a sort of sweet, simple, gay, pathetic ballad, which Nature is singing, sometimes with tears, sometimes with smiles, and sometimes with intermingled smiles and tears.  (Nathaniel Hawthorne)

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There would have been the making of an accomplished flirt in me, because my lucidity shows me each move of the game – but that, in the same instant, a reaction of contempt makes me sweep all the counters off the board and cry out: – “Take them all – I don’t want to win – I want to lose everything to you!”

Edith Wharton, an American novelist to W Morton Fullerton, an American journalist, June 8, 1908

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“Doubt thou the stars are fire, doubt that the sun doth move, doubt truth to be a liar but never doubt that I love.” – William Shakespeare