Hello, my name is Liz. I'm a rabbit-hearted girl and I thrive on eyelash wishes.
"For Awhile A Very Obscure One:" I love epiphanies, especially when they come from a book; I think I want to be like Chekhov —but I love all the Russian writers too, I don’t know; I am dying to fly on ice skates; I feel like laughin’ and eatin’ sugar cookies and paintin’ my toes; I am just stressfully happy tonight.
I love and I love and I love.
Home again, home again, jiggity jig: It is after 4 a.m. and I am not the least bit tired (I guess I really am home, aren’t I? The sleeplessness); I feel almost bitter, like I want to laugh maliciously but with no bad intentions; I read erotica; I miss him; I think I should close my eyes for the night.
I am listening to “The Rain” on the carillon; I am tempted to turn my blog black because I am not fit for light anymore (I simply don’t feel it); I want to go to the sea; I think my silly little hopes fall apart more and more —day to day I feel them crumble; what’s a girl to do?
That moment when you’re feeling quite miserable but you feel like laughing and you don’t want to describe how you are sad, even thinking of the sadness and describing it to yourself is too much of an exhausting task —and worse still: I can’t close my eyes and sleep. I’m beginning to miss him.
My favorite sleepy picture of him ever.
(a little blurry snapshot of the bushes outside my dorm).