And it has always been this way, hasn't it?

Through the Telephone.

Have you ever heard people with heartbreak in their voices?

The whole conversation, one-sided from where I sit, was an attempt to convey information, a genial conversation with a friend. He was trying to sound cool throughout, but at that moment when he spoke about betrayal, or something of that sort, there was an unmistakable pain in his voice. Heartbreak, I’d call it. That one moment, I felt his pain acutely, even though I usually am removed and very much unconnected to him.

Sometimes I think we have nothing in common, and pity him because of the vibe of disappointment and hatred surrounding him.


(I found this, written years ago, in my Tumblr-blog)

Hello!

Since we've last met, I:

- have discovered Tumblr and its wonderful community of people. Here's my Tumblr-blog: I don't write anything there, I just reblog the things I find beautiful, wonderful, clever, or painfully funny. Gems of human existence on the internet really. (Might have a lot of fandom injokes you might not understand.)
- have got myself my own 'alternative' fashion column.

I'm still writing here, though probably with a different frequency. Still live-tweeting my life on twitter.

x

I think our problem is:
That I am jealous of you (I think this is jealousy)
And you don't like me very much (I think this is disdain).
Now that's settled. Let's proceed from there.

(oh, a superior-inferior relationship. What fun. At least we agree on something.)

Broody.

'She remembered a man in the hotel foyer, very tall, he handled his baby like a newborn lamb: setting it down on its stomach to swim its way across the carpet. And Hazel had, briefly, wanted to be married to him instead.' 

God, I read that, and am a little broody now.
It doesn't help that I saw a man about my age caressing what probably is his young sister or cousin with such tenderness the other day.
If this were an alternate universe, I'd walk up to him and say, 'Sir, I love you'.

I like gentleness. And it, and love, is shown so vividly when you handle a baby.
I find it more appealing in men because, well, I'm heterosexual. I'm programmed to.

Quote from Anne Enright's short story, Yesterday's Weather.