“so I wait for you like a lonely house
till you will see me again and live in me.
Till then my windows ache.”
– Pablo Neruda
thigh highs
It’s always a little sad when I realize the sundresses won’t be coming back out again for a while.
And templeofbablon strikes again.
On my cunt.
Like a gosh darn electric storm.
So you want a fight? That’s fine – just remember this: I’m bigger than you, I’m stronger than you, I’ve been doing this for longer than you, and I’m definitely more vicious than you. I don’t play fair, I know exactly what you’re scared of, and I certainly don’t think it’s wrong to punch girls.
Shall we begin, little girl? I think it’s time to begin.
“She understood that her heart operated on its own instructions, that she had no control over it or, indeed, anything else.” – Jeffrey Eugenides, Middlesex.
One’s learning patience, that’s for sure. I’m not quite sure what the other one’s learning, but she appears to be behind the curve.
Don’t flinch, dear.
Ohhh yeahhh.
Serious time: It’s so upsetting to me that such a beautiful book was banned solely on the fact that it contains a depiction of lesbian sex. It was not only a gorgeous aspect of the novel, but it should be held to the same standard as the straight sex scenes in a ton of the books I had to read in high school. Come on, America.
In the light of the fact that Norwegian Wood has been removed from the summer reading list of a certain school district due to its “graphic” depictions of lesbian sex (this in turn apparently constitutes “pushing the homosexual agenda,” whatever that means), I have ordered this book, and two others. Montecervesa will not stand for the banning or restriction of books, whatever their content.
There are a few other books in my reading queue before I’ll get to them, but in a short time, I hope to qualify fully for Miss Ivy’s attention on this front. Wish me luck, folks.
Holy hell. Murakami is my absolute favorite author. I just can’t even. I don’t know if I have it in me to disrespect him enough by knocking over these books to get to the lady, but damn.
Bring me Murakami, I will make love to you. Discuss Murakami with me intelligently, I will marry you. Tell me how the absurd, fantastical conflict in Hardboiled Wonderland and the End of the World affected you in a very real way and I will never, ever let you out of my sight. Ever.
Wanty.