Saturday, May 12, 2012

You never deigned to believe

Sometimes while Lolita would be haphazardly preparing her homework, sucking a pencil, lolling sideways in an easy chair with both legs over its arm, I would shed all my pedagogic restraint, dismiss all our quarrels, forget all my masculine pride – and literally crawl on my knees to your chair, my Lolita! You would give me one look – a gray furry question mark of a look: “Oh no, not again” (incredulity, exasperation); for you never deigned to believe that I could, without any specific designs, ever crave to bury my face in your plaid skirt, my darling! The fragility of those bare arms of yours – how I longed to enfold them, all your four limpid lovely limbs, a folded colt, and take your head between my unworthy hands, and pull the temple skin back on both sides, and kiss your chinesed eyes, and – “Pulease, leave me alone, will you” you would say, “for Christ’s sake leave me alone.” And I would get up from the floor while you looked on, your face deliberately twitching in imitation of my tic nerveux. But never mind, never mind, I am only a brute, never mind, let us go on with my miserable story.
Lolita, Vladimir Nabokov 
Part 2, chapter 10

A past I've never known

'Hey' she said, an obvious smile in her voice as he showed up out of the blue and leaned over her.
I saw her hand caressing his arm, in the most natural of ways.
Tiny hands, thin fingers. Nails long, blunt cut and painted.
Her fingers gently weaving a story on his skin with supple ease of motion 
I stood there a few feet behind them, unmoving 
and for a brief moment, all I could think was
"Those were the hands that touched him; that's the touch he felt"
Though he's now mine, he was once hers

Sunday, May 06, 2012

The Pencil

I really love my Pencil. The weight is so nicely distributed - a solid feel that practically pulls you towards the tip ♥

Saturday, May 05, 2012

Sighssssss

I wish I could tell you I'm sorry
I wish I had spent more time... just more time, because I didn't know that was all the time I had left
I wish I didn't have to spend my first birthday without you next week
I wish I still had you here for mothers day... what am I going to do?
I'm sorry ma...