Happy Birthday to me!
MILK
Written in an hour, shot in five.
Written by Kat.
Shot and edited by ZGI.
Special thanks to Chris and Cat.
Kat on Tube Dorks.
Kat: The Event Organizer.
The one in which Kat and the PUZZLE Event Solutions team organizes a star singer performance in a mall atrium.
Now you know what I do… well… a tiny part of it.
Passive Aggressiveness and Recycled Opinions.
It irritates me most of all to see these traits in someone so young… All that misguided energy and brainpower and youth.
Will you not eat your word?
Benedick: I do love nothing in the world so well as you: is not that strange?
Beatrice: As strange as the thing I know not. It were as possible for me to say I loved nothing so well as you: but believe me not; and yet I lie not; I confess nothing, nor I deny nothing.
Benedick: By my sword, Beatrice, thou lovest me.
Beatrice: Do not swear, and eat it.
Benedick: I will swear by it that you love me; and I will make him eat it that says I love not you.
Beatrice: Will you not eat your word?
Benedick: With no sauce that can be devised to it. I protest I love thee.
Beatrice: Why, then, God forgive me!
Benedick: What offence, sweet Beatrice?
Beatrice: You have stayed me in a happy hour: I was about to protest I loved you.
Benedick: And do it with all thy heart.
Beatrice: I love you with so much of my heart that none is left to protest.
"O that I were a man for his sake! Or that I had any friend would be a man for my sake! But manhood is melted into courtesies, valour into compliment, and men are only turned into tongue. I cannot be a man with wishing, therefore I will die a woman with grieving."
— Beatrice, Much Ado About Nothing.
"I love your depth and care. Darling you are a natural born Beatrice. Use your cunning and tongue wisely and please only bestow the most deserving mongrels and filth of soceitie with your eloquent bashings."
— Got to be one of the best compliments I’ve ever gotten.
I want to explore you.
I want to count your freckles like stars and lose track and have to start over again and again.
I want to listen to you tell me things while I move behind you and touch your neck with only my breath.
I want to bury my face in your hair and inhale…
I want to bury my face in your chest, your thighs, between your shoulder blades, and inhale.
Tonight, all I want is you and the ability to twist time and space to suit our desires.
I want to feel the coarseness of your facial hair sting and scratch the softest parts of me.
I want to feel small and safe in your hands.
I want to place M&Ms on you in the shape of our secret constellation and remove them one by one with only my mouth.
I want to know what your tongue tastes like.
Your wrists too.
I want to look past the reflection of myself in your eyes, count the colors and commit them to memory.
I want to use my nails on you, but I want to be forced to.
I want to be tangled with you and talk and talk and talk, as if our words were what kept the moon in the sky.
I want to see you smile when I do, as if your lips were attached to mine by invisible threads.
I want to see my hair mixed up with yours and invent a name for that color.
I want to see my skin next to yours and invent a name for that color too.
I want to know if I am right about the shape of your body fitting into mine just like a puzzle piece.
I want you to connect your brain to mine in the best way you know how… In that fist-clenchingly intense way that only you know of.
I want to express myself with you.
I simply want to explore you.
Sigh…
(via palahniukandchocolate)
