talk. play. love.

You think fairy tales are only for girls? Here’s a hint - ask yourself who wrote them. I assure you, it wasn’t just the women. It’s the great male fantasy - all it takes is one dance to know that she’s the one. All it takes is the sound of her song from the tower, or a look at her sleeping face. And right away you know - this is the girl in your head, sleeping or dancing or singing in front of you. Yes, girls want their princes, but boys want their princesses just as much. And they don’t want a very long courtships. They want to know immediately.

—David Levithan - Dash and Lily’s Book of Dares (via temetxnosce)

{Book Review} Boy Meets Boy by David Levithan

Paul lives in a perfect town, has the perfect family and the perfect friends. He’s liked by everyone. At fifteen, he already knows and is confident about who he is. His character flaws, if they are even that (this I’m still not sure of if he’s genuinely a person who cares about people he’s emotionally invested in too much or it just turned out that way because he was dealing with his ex/’The One That Got Away’), are positive. Guys fall in love with him. Even when events in the book looked like they weren’t perfect, it was still perfect–he doesn’t have much problems to face except falling in love and growing up. Even their town cemetery is perfect–each tombstone has a box with a book in it that people can write in to leave messages or interesting things their loved ones would like; it’s a cathartic way of helping deal with loss, and later as a way to remember people who’ve gone. I was halfway in the book (pre-cemetery visit), and already thinking, SCARY UTOPIAN SOCIETY. SCARY UTOPIAN SOCIETY. Did I just get dropped into an upgraded gender-perfect version of Ira Levin’s book?

acronym, n.

I remember the first time you signed an email with SWAK. I didn’t know what it meant. It sounded violent, like a slap connecting. SWAK! Batman knocking down the Riddler. SWAK! Cries of “Liar! Liar!” Tears. SWAK! So I wrote back: SWAK? And the next time you wrote, ten minutes later, you explained.

I loved the ridiculous image I got from that, of you leaning over your laptop, touching your lips gently to the screen, sealing your words to me before turning them into electricity. Now every time you SWAK me, the echo of that electricity remains.

abyss, n.

There are times when I doubt everything. When I regret everything you’ve taken from me, everything I’ve given you, and the waste of all the time I’ve spent on us.