2 April, 1937 Letters To Véra By Vladimir Nabokov

just a few more minutes please?

in your arms, before it gets complicated?

just a couple more touches, here and there?

a few more movie dates?

just one more chance to straddle you in warm lake water and kiss you until i get shy of watching eyes

just a few more minutes walking around a shopping mall, hesitating to hold your hand,

just one more hike, one more perfect view

just another t shirt that smells like you?

or maybe another long drive in your car

or just a few more phone calls

with that deep tired voice

before it gets old

before you get mean

before it fades

just a few more moments

and then i’ll walk away

#(a poem for when it’s only a matter of time)

what the heart does best is convince you it’s only purpose is to pump blood like a metal machine housed in your soft body. until something gets to you, then you forget there’s anything else it’s meant to do besides ache, and ache, and ache.

It's so draining xo

soo cute btw love this lookout

Taken in 2000 about a year into our relationship.

Taken in 2024 (last weekend). Didn’t quite get the pose or positioning right, but hey, we’re older and our memory ain’t what it used to be!

cousins

that time you

covered me with your body as i stood in the hot but dimming sunlight, shielding me from the cab driver you said was watching me too intently. your clothed body stepped in front of my bare legs, and the man was embarrassed he was so less than subtle.

you can always tell, when they look away.

the time we tried to make pancakes. despite all of your criticisms, despite the lack of eggs, or a pan that could possibly work, we step outside with that eggless batter and attempt it anyway on the rusty stove. we step cautiously, always-aware of the cockroaches and kitties creeping around that front porch of yours. We fail, over and over, making a mess at 3 am. we leave the pans and spatulas for the morning.

or that night the power went out, and you all put on your phone flashlights and starting checking your battery life. it was dark, so dark it made me wonder what it’s like for people who don’t have power. I waited for my eyes to adjust. we trade stories because it’s hard to play cards without a good field of vision. the power comes back on when your mother begins a story about mine.

you’re not a real feminist if you don’t piss off both the left and the right

when mitski said

I spent all my teen-age years being obsessed with beauty, and I’m very resentful about it and I’m very angry.

I had so much intelligence and energy and drive, and instead of using that to study more, or instead of pursuing something or going out and learning about or changing the world, I directed all that fire inward, and burnt myself up.

missing you like the clouds miss the rain, light and free but longing to be heavy again

“So... how do you torture a woman? [.] You can pry her body away from her mind, or you can pry her mind away from her body [...] To pry her body away from her mind, you need to physically humiliate her. Of course, rape is the most traditional method, but it's not the only one [...] You can ridicule her body […]you can make her strap her breasts in. You can make her embarrassed about her periods. You can make her frightened of puberty, frightened of sex, frightened of aging, frightened of eating. You can terrorize her with her own body, and then she will torture herself.” (Gage 21)

Does anyone have the quote that says something like ‘if you want to torture a woman you have to get her to divide her body and mind/get her to hate her body’?????

I can’t remember it, and I can’t find my picture of it (though I may not have the screenshot anymore)