sweetness and light, where have you been?
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bluelovesorangeI bought The 50 Greatest Love letters of all time today in an attempt to find inspiration in something other than the wrecking ball of exhaustion that has been my life (I've been too busy to be depressed, instead my room is. It looks like a landfill. I'm currently sleeping in my grandmother's room so I don't have to deal with it.)
my favorite love letter so far...
Elizabeth Barret Browning in a letter to her brother George, explaining her elopement with Robert Browning
Kind of makes all my mixtapes o' longing seem pale and shy, doesn't it?
i've been writing this for a while. don't know when it'll be finished.
kelsey, it's for you.
from Paper hearts stapled on telephone poles (this is not a love song)
The “can you leave so I can talk about you behind your back” is left unspoken, but Lane’s been around enough cellphone dependents to read the signs. Clearly, she’s not the only one who’s changed – this is a Dave she didn’t even think could exist outside of comfortably raggedy sweaters and his Stratocaster. This was what seven years looked like, right here.
“No problem, I’ll just go…over there.” Lane walks a little further away, and tries not to eavesdrop. Who could it be? Well, a girl obviously – the mysterious friend, perhaps. Ha! Friend, indeed. Girlfriend, more likely – and why did that hurt so much? Dave was of the past – her adolescence in all its overwrought, mixtape-compiling earnestness. Oh god, she was living the pop cliché. Any minute now, a Gwen Stefani song would magically burst on, and she would be forced to do the honorable thing and set herself on fire with Patti Smith’s “Horses” in the background.
She snaps out of it when she feels Dave’s hand on her elbow. “I’m sorry about this, but I need to go and pick up my friend – but I really want to catch up with you, Lane. Would you…I mean, sometime later – would you want to have a drink…of the non-alcoholic kind, with me?”
It probably doesn’t mean anything, but Lane gives him her phone number. She writes the number on his palm, making sure the ink dries before he closes his hand. It’s like she’s seventeen again and waiting for that first call, only she knows better. He will either call or he won’t.
She’s betting he won’t.
my favorite love letter so far...
"I showed him that I was altogether bruised and broken---that setting aside my health which, however improved, was liable to fail with every withdrawing of the sun--that the common advantages of youth and good spirits had gone from me & that I was an undone creature for the pleasures of life, as for its social duties.
His answer was---not the common gallantries which come so easily to the lips of men---but simply that he loved me---he met argument with fact. He told me---that with himself also, the early freshness of youth had gone by, & that throughout it he had not been able to love any woman---that he loved now for the first time & the last."
Elizabeth Barret Browning in a letter to her brother George, explaining her elopement with Robert Browning
Kind of makes all my mixtapes o' longing seem pale and shy, doesn't it?
i've been writing this for a while. don't know when it'll be finished.
kelsey, it's for you.
from Paper hearts stapled on telephone poles (this is not a love song)
The “can you leave so I can talk about you behind your back” is left unspoken, but Lane’s been around enough cellphone dependents to read the signs. Clearly, she’s not the only one who’s changed – this is a Dave she didn’t even think could exist outside of comfortably raggedy sweaters and his Stratocaster. This was what seven years looked like, right here.
“No problem, I’ll just go…over there.” Lane walks a little further away, and tries not to eavesdrop. Who could it be? Well, a girl obviously – the mysterious friend, perhaps. Ha! Friend, indeed. Girlfriend, more likely – and why did that hurt so much? Dave was of the past – her adolescence in all its overwrought, mixtape-compiling earnestness. Oh god, she was living the pop cliché. Any minute now, a Gwen Stefani song would magically burst on, and she would be forced to do the honorable thing and set herself on fire with Patti Smith’s “Horses” in the background.
She snaps out of it when she feels Dave’s hand on her elbow. “I’m sorry about this, but I need to go and pick up my friend – but I really want to catch up with you, Lane. Would you…I mean, sometime later – would you want to have a drink…of the non-alcoholic kind, with me?”
It probably doesn’t mean anything, but Lane gives him her phone number. She writes the number on his palm, making sure the ink dries before he closes his hand. It’s like she’s seventeen again and waiting for that first call, only she knows better. He will either call or he won’t.
She’s betting he won’t.
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Date: 2005-08-08 10:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-15 12:23 am (UTC)Love the Lane/Dave snippet. Have only watched Gilmore Girls on and off, and my favourite storyline so far has got to be the Lane and Dave one. A pity Adam Brody had to go and get famous and ruin my favourite GG pairing. Okay, what I meant to say (without unnecessary rambling) was that I liked it and am looking forward to the next part. :)