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Deep In My Soul I Know That I’m Your Destiny
Illustrations from Puuung.
Happiness [is] only real when shared. (Jon Krakauer, Into the Wild)
I look at you and a sense of wonder takes me. (Homer, translated by Robert Fagles)
What is it you want, Mary? What do you want? You want the moon? Just say the word and I’ll throw a lasso around it and pull it down. Hey. That’s a pretty good idea. I’ll give you the moon, Mary. (George Bailey, It’s A Wonderful Life)
He was my North, my South, my East and West, my working week and my Sunday rest. (W.H. Auden, Stop All the Clocks)
It was love at first sight, at last sight, at ever and ever sight.” (Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita)
I have a million things to talk to you about. All I want in this world is you. I want to see you and talk. I want the two of us to begin everything from the beginning. (Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood)
Because when I look at you, I can feel it. And I look at you and I’m home. (Dory, Finding Nemo)
Deep in my soul I know that I’m your destiny. (Mulan, Mulan)
We would be together and have our books and at night be warm in bed together with the windows open and the stars bright. (Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast)
If you’re a bird, I’m a bird. (Noah, The Notebook)
I wish I’d done everything on earth with you. (Daisy, The Great Gatsby)
But the heart’s not like a box that gets filled up. It expands in size the more you love. (Samantha, Her)
You will never age for me, nor fade, nor die. (Will, Shakespeare in Love)
I love that you get cold when it’s 71 degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. I love that you get a little crinkle above your nose when you’re looking at me like I’m nuts. I love that after I spend the day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes. And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it’s not because I’m lonely, and it’s not because it’s New Year’s Eve. I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible. (Harry Burns, When Harry Met Sally)
My future house
All those flowers you paint
I want them in my future house
In the library room
cookbooks, Roald Dahl
in the kitchen
secret chef mouse
pretty herb pot-plant
colorful spice rack
and a kind husband
returning home to his favorite
muffins
rising in the oven
sweet jams
In the living room
a barefooted dance
on sun-warmed Persian carpet
the one my grandpa wove
especially for us
soles
souls
gently loving
slow caressing
cat
Japan Survival Tip No463
A while back, I asked my insanely talented artist friend Dean Scott, to do an illustration for the following poem for me. Yesterday, he sent me this. I was/I am/I will probably always be, stunned by it’s originality! So cool. Do you like it, too? I know you do! So go ahead and check out the rest of his gems HERE. Also, Dean makes GREAT curry which is an important statement both in general and for the purpose of iaccidentlyatethewholething.
When travelling,
one need adopt
new skills
in order to pull
through
foreign territory.
Japan survival tip no463:
persistently check
teeth
for seaweed.
One bento
All I ask,
is a single opportunity: make you one bento,
prove you belong with me.
Everything I Like Is Either Expensive, Fattening Or Won’t Text Me
Dreaming of warm days and sakura carpets
Illustrations by the most talented individual in Japan, Mitsuie Yusaku.
Loneliness is packet soup
Illustration by my most talented singer/song-writer friend Mona Nourozi.
Loneliness is
packet soup
and defrosted
toast for tea
whilst savoury scents
of mamas’ cookin’
sneak in to tempt
me.
I am alone
Sometimes living alone is fun
you can eat from the pot
using a bread bun
sing dance and fart
pretend you’re a drum
read write pray
without a sound
and everything you hide
will always be found
but sometimes living alone is hard
like cracking the code
of your dad’s bank- card.
You think
what if I suddenly choke?
Or even worse
have a stroke?
Awake from a bad dream
to a quicksand of woe
how will anyone else
ever know?
So you think
and you sink
and you sink
low
low.
Chuuu
All I ask
is if I can
bask
in the pleasure
of planting
one kiss
on your tender lips
for every
grain of rice
growing in Japan.