Linguistic Approaches to Love - M. R. Wallis
Linguistic Approaches to Love
I could reminisce about the sibilance in your uncertain sounds the fricatives of your fucks, the vowels in your moans. Could dot-to-dot the consonants that construct your harsh-angry-hate and make of them a petal, bloomed. Could take the condemnations, the indignations dissolve them into sheer potential of hope. I could reword your sentences, edit your paragraphs recast you as a whole...
As of today my blog has received 10,100 views - it passed the 10k mark this morning. Just so you know, ~5,000 of those were in the last month. I attended a Social Boom networking event last night where Rachel and Katy both commented that the number of hits the blog’s attaining is pretty phenomenal for such a recent project. In the next few months I intend to revamp the design of the blog...
I found myself staring at your lips, moving and the teeth buried there. Out of...– … it’s pretty damned obvious that yet again I can’t sleep because words are revolving behind my eyelids. I’m not complaining, but I do like to snooze once in a while.
I hate you, I hate you for being there, for showing me that you care, for bringing me tea, for holding me, for knowing me i.n.s.i.d.e. o.u.t. I hate you because you never doubt my dreams for holding me when I can’t sleep, for making me keep my feet on the ground when the world falls away. For every day that you stay and keep calling. ...
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For Oscar, My Lover - Prose
People have requested my prose. This won the authortrek competition and has also been featured in the Little Episodes anthology, ‘Back in 5 Minutes’ alongside Sadie Frost and Clint Catalyst. Max — (An empty silence.) — I don’t understand. — You wouldn’t. You never do. No one ever does. He didn’t. — Do you want to elaborate? — Do YOU want to know? — Do you...
2005. Aged 16. Five years ago. In my heart, however small, weak, or feeble. However selfish, jealous or inhospitable that heart may be. In my heart there is a hole: small, fragile, humbled; a hole of person proportions. Not in its dimensions, or weight, or size but by its scope for all things in their entirety. In my heart there is a river, raging, strong, defiant that flows as if to...
Anonymous asked: Do you plan to put your prose somewhere? On tumblr, perhaps? Or have you already published? I'm very interested in reading your prose! Oh, and you are fabulous, but I'm sure you already knew that.
thepepperinyourpot asked: When did you begin writing? I think you're stuff is utterly beautiful, you are truly fantastic.
The girl chose her name not because of her hair, or her eyes, although some...– Simulacrum - M. R. Wallis