Swoon.

A boy wrote this about me, for me:

My impression of internet Laura.

I should perhaps preface this
with saying that I have learned more about her since,
with saying I do not 'believe' my impression of her now
with saying I can’t 'know' her,
even If we had spent lifetimes together,
but you are a student of people too,
and know how from the merest glimpse
the depth of what we can divine about these amazing creatures.

So, this is what I projected about our subject,
internet Laura:
(I hope you can forgive me if this waxes poetic;
this is copy&pasted from the text file I deposited my thoughts in,
and this prose was simply what served my purposes at the time,
though I must add, likely obviously, that I claim no poetic aspirations :D)

she tries to be calm and composed under pressure
to take life in stride
to have perspective
to appreciate life
to be curious and learn,
look into the blackness, look into the sun

she find herself often lost in day dreams
in blissful hazes of wonder
and sometimes she gets lost, plumbing the depth of life
sometimes she finds herself depressed
because life has treated her poorly
because her love has gone unreciprocated too many times
because of no apparent cause at all
because…

she watches, she watches
she watches people - sees them,
she even sees them for what they can’t admit to themselves they are
in their splendor, in their complexity,
in the darkness they make for themselves
in the tiny worlds they live in
in the blinders they don to guard themselves from the vastness of the world around them
and in their inextricable one-ness with it.

she are easily amused,
can amuse herself for hours on end
with the things that other wouldn’t look twice at

she can be by herself, though she can so love others
her energy, exuberance and wit attract many people to her
who if they care for her, or invoke her better natures,
may find themselves cared for and loved in turn

she can be down to earth to and rational
trying to evaluate life objectively
and in the same breathe floating off in the galaxies of thoughts

that her mind is a beautiful place
though it can be frightening, the places she goes

that she has a wicked sense of humor
that comes out in loud laughs and coarse language
in the verbal absurdity and conceptual irony
and sometimes, simply in a vibrant twinkle in her eye

that she is sensitive but also resilient

that she may want someone to share her life with
but she is better suited than many at being alone




He hurteded his hand, so he was typing single handedly.
For me :)
*yay*


I'm listening to: Pedro The Lion- The Longer I Lay Here.
". . .someone to help me help myself. . . ."