David Foster Wallace, A Supposedly Fun Thing I’ll Never Do Again
The most important things are the hardest to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words make them smaller. When they were in your head they were limitless, but when they come out they seem to be no bigger than normal things.
Stephen King, The Body (via ahmoses)
he doesn’t own a suit, and he can’t mingle at a sorority date party. we don’t eat at places that require reservations, and we split the cost of dates.
and the world that i grew up in is the world he never wanted anything apart of.
but we have movie nights. lots of them. and his itunes account has all the wealth we will ever need. and he sings nat king cole to my eyes. he tells me to freeze so that he can capture my cuteness in a photo on his phone. he tells me that i am beautiful when i am stressing about school and stressing about looking like shit because i’m stressing about school.
we pull magic out of our asses to make things work. we are so different that sometimes i think we are using up all the miracles in the world in order for us to be together.
and maybe that’s selfish of us. but i need him like inner city kids need someone to believe in them. i need him like an electrolytic cell needs a battery to surge it up and pulsate it with power. i need him like he needs me. and i think that reciprocity of necessitation is our destruction and redemption at the end of the day.