June 2013
25 posts
“
Dear Samantha,
I’m sorry
we have to get a divorce.
I know that seems like an odd way to start a love letter but let me explain:
it’s not you.
It sure as hell isn’t me.
It’s just human beings don’t love as well as insects do.
I love you… far too much to let what we have be ruined by the failings of our species.
I saw the way you looked at the waiter last night.
I know you would never DO anything, you never do but…
I saw the way you looked at the waiter last night.
Did you know that when a female fly accepts the pheromones put off by a male fly, it re-writes her brain, destroys the receptors that receive pheromones, sensing the change, the male fly does the same: when two flies love each other they do it so hard, they will never love anything else ever again.
If either one of them dies before procreation can happen both sets of genetic code are lost forever. Now that… is dedication.
After Elizabeth and I broke up, we spent three days dividing everything we had bought together - like if I knew what pots were mine - like if I knew which drapes were mine - somehow the pain would go away.
This is not true.
After two praying mantises mate, the nervous system of the male begins to shut down. While he still has control over his motor functions
he flops onto his back, exposing his soft underbelly up to his lover like a gift.
She then proceeds to lovingly dice him into tiny cubes,
spooning every morsel into her mouth.
She wastes nothing. Even the exoskeleton goes.
She does this so that once their children are born she has something to regurgitate to feed them. Now that… is selflessness.
I could never do that for you.
So I have a new plan: I’m gonna leave you now.
I’m gonna spend the rest of my life committing petty injustices, I hope you do the same.
I will jay walk at every opportunity,
I will steal things i could easily afford,
I will be rude to strangers,
I hope you do the same.
I hope reincarnation is real,
I hope our petty crimes are enough to cause us to be reborn as lesser creatures,
I hope we are reborn as flies,
so that we can love each other as hard as we were meant to.
If I was a famous author I would publish a book with ten different endings which all went to print with varying degrees of rarity, but not tell the fans about it so that I could watch their confusion as they disagree over how the story ended. Then when they figured it out I would ‘come clean’, telling them that I had released eleven alternate endings and watch them panic again as they all try to find the last ending.
This is perfect.
The path to hell is paved with your intentions
The words that always left me in suspense
The caution I forgot in your attention
Now your intention is all that’s left
The strength I use to have inside is fading
You can’t see it but I fight it everyday
You say I’ve given up on really trying
But I’ve really only lost the will to stay
My voice use to resound in brilliant passion
I would sing and how my soul would fly
But after all this time of constant speaking
The same old lines have left my voice so dry
Yet somehow without soul or strength or voice left
I still manage enough to say I tried
And if you can’t see my efforts for my injuries
Then perhaps it’s time for us to say goodbye
“Being an artist means forever healing your own wounds and at the same time endlessly exposing them.”
—(via mols)
“A healthy relationship is one where two independent people just make a deal that they will help make the other person the best version of themselves.”
—(via darkblonderoast)
Imagine if River Song and Rose Tyler met. No, really. Assuming Rose ended up marrying TenToo, I can’t help it to think it’d be something like:
“Professor River Song. I’m The Doctor’s wife”
“Rose Tyler. So am I”
And The Doctor would be like
