I'm Lazy Jane. I live in Aotearoa, New Zealand.
Time has flewn is an apt discription of my life thus far - I seem to be forever lost in thought, and consequently spend much of my time in vain trying to catch up.
"How did it get so late so soon?
It's night before it's afternoon.
December is here before it's June.
My goodness how the time has flewn.
How did it get so late so soon?" - Dr. Suess
This is mostly a BBC Sherlock and Doctor Who blog (you have been warned). I also post food, politics and art. All aboard!
Close your eyes,
fall in love,
With my last breath, I’ll exhale my love for you. I hope it’s a cold day, so you can see what you meant to me.
You are not hollow.
There is a vast landscape
opened up in your heart,
with continents so wide
that it might feel
but is, in truth,
howling with life and a love
that will send echoes and tremors
over your geography, your geology,
shaking the stalled tectonics
of your stationary heart,
splitting the coldness of the ground,
and waking you from numb sleep.
Lonely soul, yes, you are,
but remember this—
don’t feel the earth shake.
Do not fall in love with people like me
we will take you to
museums and parks
and kiss you in every beautiful
place so that you can
never go back to them
without tasting us
like blood in your mouth
Never ignore a person who loves you, cares for you, and misses you. Because one day, you might wake up from your sleep and realize that you lost the moon while counting the stars.
Yes, I was infatuated with you; I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn’t stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my minds, my dreams. And you weren’t having any of those.
I’m beginning to think that maybe it’s not just how much you love someone. Maybe what matters is who you are when you’re with them.
Loving someone is giving them the power to break your heart, but trusting them not to.
Love is the strangest, most illogical thing in the world.