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Love is like your first period.
For some, it happens conveniently in the shower, and for others, it happens during your middle school talent show in your white pants.
Either way, it’s unexpected.

poem/future song inspired by Kenneth Burke

Learning things in school is actually really useful.

What is man? What is man? But a…
Love using, love-making, love-misusing animal
Inventor of the negative, revolving our lives around what we can’t do
But unknowingly, we can, with the Truth
Purely innate with us
Naturally, emphatically
But why do we separate ourselves from this - our natural condition?
Our purity, our sanctity - torn from us by instruments of our own making
Why do we complicate life unnecessarily?
Constantly scoping who’s above us, who’s below us
Why can’t we just let ourselves be?
The human fruit, rotten with perfection
This is man. This is man. Infinite desires.
But with infinite desires must come Infinite Satisfaction

Jehovah, Jehovah, our Infinite Satisfaction
Our day star, our sunlight, our lifeline


letters to crushes

"We met over Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy.  I was in Starbucks with my nose buried in the book, and she came over my shoulder and whispered, "Don’t Panic!"

…I did.  I had never seen anyone so beautiful.  I invited her to sit down, though, and she did, and we talked about the book and some of our shared interests— how we share the Ninth Doctor in common as our favorite; how we both love caramel in our hot drinks, even if it’s a spring day; how we both like winter best and would I like to go see the orchestra with her?  It’s where she was headed anyway.  I said I’d love to, I go to this Starbucks all the time because it’s right by to the concert hall.

"Who are they playing?"

"Beethoven and Grieg."

They could have been playing anyone and I would have said yes.

And that was our first date.

Next week, it’ll have been forty-two months ago.  Our forty-two month anniversary.  Three and a half years.

Next Friday I’m going to ask her to marry me at the Starbucks where we met, right before the orchestra concert we have tickets for.

It’ll be our forty-two month anniversary, and I’m going to ask her to marry me because she’s my answer to life, the universe, and everything.

And I won’t panic.”

“Do you think I am an automaton? — a machine without feelings? and can bear to have my morsel of bread snatched from my lips, and my drop of living water dashed from my cup? Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain, and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong! — I have as much soul as you — and full as much heart! And if God had gifted me with some beauty and much wealth, I should have made it as hard for you to leave me, as it is now for me to leave you. I am not talking to you now through the medium of custom, conventionalities, nor even of mortal flesh: it is my spirit that addresses your spirit; just as if both had passed through the grave, and we stood at God’s feet, equal — as we are!”

Jane Eyre