of tracing paper and crayola pens

"The most important things are the hardest things to say.They are the things you get ashamed of , because words diminish them–words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they're brought out. But it's more than that, isn't it? The most important things lie to close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away.And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you've said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it.That's the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a teller but for want of an understanding ear."
The Body, (Different Seasons) Stephen King

my sentiments exactly, mr. stephen king! HAHAHA.
credits to pei for the site! it's been keeping me occupied the entire day today. (:
oh and it rained today! thank you rain!

i've decided that i would like, very much, to marry a writer.
i've resigned to the fact that i am almost always entirely conversationally impaired when it comes to things that really matter to me, so i would like that my husband and i may communicate our (otherwise conversationally uncommunicable)thoughts through writing.
that'd really be swell.
also, it would be good if my future writer of a husband wasn't one of them flighty writer types with commitment issues. it really would be having the best of both worlds! a sensitive, expressive guy who has the necessary sensibility and stability to fulfill practical needs without compromising the small, and better things in life.
HA, HA.
don't we always want what we can't have?

i was just picking something up, and this kink appeared in my back muscle. there was this nagging strain from my lower back along my sides all the way to my shoulders. i tried various stretches, dance stretches, yoga stretches, but to no avail.
unhappy with the results, i sat at my desk trying continuously to untangle my muscles. arm stretches, back twists, blah.
UNTIL.
i sneezed.
and suddenly, muscle kink no more!
hahaahhaha.
all it takes is a sneeze.

posted by kallynn @ 2:01 PM