A story from my jaded past:
Never, ever propose at a party. Its not a really good idea. But, anyway - it happened.
At my 21st.
But, that was fine for back then (and it seems like so long ago)
The Would-Be Husband and I always had a very strong relationship. We really did. I honestly never saw it coming, and I have no idea why now - a year and a half after the fact - I am sad.
A story from my jaded present:
Its not always a good idea to look at things that you remember so wonderfully.
Like things in the camphor wood chest.
Like that fucking massive white box in the camphor wood chest.
Like the beautiful hand made dress in that massive white box in the camphor wood chest.
A story from my non-jaded future:
I want to get a new tattoo.
Never, ever propose at a party. Its not a really good idea. But, anyway - it happened.
At my 21st.
But, that was fine for back then (and it seems like so long ago)
The Would-Be Husband and I always had a very strong relationship. We really did. I honestly never saw it coming, and I have no idea why now - a year and a half after the fact - I am sad.
A story from my jaded present:
Its not always a good idea to look at things that you remember so wonderfully.
Like things in the camphor wood chest.
Like that fucking massive white box in the camphor wood chest.
Like the beautiful hand made dress in that massive white box in the camphor wood chest.
A story from my non-jaded future:
I want to get a new tattoo.
and i def agree its not good to look at things you remember so wonderfully i miss them days
"My songs are of time and distance.The sadness is in you ... there is only the dance. These things you treasure are shells. "
Yeah, I don't know what it means either.
Ah, it's the weather. I've spent the weekend meandering melancholic through memory ... and angrily abusing alliteration.
Sorry, it's been a long couple of days.
It's good to reflect on where you've been and where you're going to go next.