November 2010
i've just realized, and wonder if you've been told, that you are the image of ms. hepurn as miss golightly playing ukulele in her fire escape window. and this reminded me of how much i love you.
I will never receive a compliment as amazing as this ever again. You’ve set the bar so high, it’s unreachable now. For this reason, I am now going to marry you and whisk you away to a tropical island where we will be happy together, forever.
In other words: I fucking love you.
October 2010
more music. more you. thanks. nao.
I can fix all of these problems later next week when the adapter for my laptop arrives in the mail.
Any requests besides the one I have ready?
“I will not return to a universe
of objects that don’t know each other” —Excerpt from “Monet Refuses the Operation”, by Lisel Mueller
of objects that don’t know each other” —Excerpt from “Monet Refuses the Operation”, by Lisel Mueller
“I woke up sleepy-eyed this morning, checked my phone while under the covers and saw your Facebook message. Then I played the post on my phone, put it on the other pillow on repeat, and laid with my eyes closed, listening to you play as the sun came through the windows. Such a good, good moment. It made my day.”
—Dear Matt Jordan: thank you for inspiring me to keep playing. You’re amazing, and I’d be lonely without you on here.