light is leaking onto your moments.
worry about your grades, your job, your friend who’s too sick to get out of bed and is failing her class but don’t worry about this. those people deserve your worry and the greatness that comes from it but when your worry turns inward it destroys and maims good things.
let light leak onto your moments.
we will be framed in flowers, and framed in photographs, but you cannot see my hands, they’re fidgeting because I am not holding yours.
but you don’t know that. you won’t know that. you will take that photograph and I will wish you could’ve set the timer and set yourself, out of frame but still holding my unrequited, grasping fingers.
for I am anxious. you are my anxiety.
“I’ll never forget the day Marilyn and I were walking around New York City, just having a stroll on a nice day. She loved New York because no one bothered her there like they did in Hollywood, she could put on her plain-jane clothes and no one would notice her. She loved that. So as we we’re walking down Broadway, she turns to me and says ‘Do you want to see me become her?’ I didn’t know what she meant but I just said ‘Yes’- and then I saw it. I don’t know how to explain what she did because it was so very subtle, but she turned something on within herself that was almost like magic. And suddenly cars were slowing and people were turning their heads and stopping to stare. They were recognizing that this was Marilyn Monroe as if she pulled off a mask or something, even though a second ago nobody noticed her. I had never seen anything like it before.” - Amy Greene, wife of Marilyn’s personal photographer Milton Greene
it’s a switch, this thing that lives inside of us, the ability to become something great and the knowledge that we can hide. Hiding is easy if you want it enough, but choosing to be noticed, and be noticable, god it could be such a great weight to bear.
My girlfriend recently got a cornea transplant. Here is a high res image of the stitches in her eye
I think you might wear down the callouses on my hands. I’d be so calm and sorted besides you I wouldn’t wring them together, rubbing my skin to shreds at the thought of being alone, I might just relax I might just relax.
Like oh, what I’d I never knew your name? Oh my god, the thought’s insane. What if your love is not the same as it seems inside my brain. What if you’re not really in my sheets?
Oh, just the thought gives me the creeps.
Maybe I’m Just Tired - As Tall as Lions (Tancred Arrangement)
that is all.