kristopolis is for lovers

mistakes

kristopolis703@gmail.com — Thu, 17 Sep 2009 01:38:40 GMT

"'The others have gone,' she said. 'They are scattered to the woods they came from, no two together, and men will not catch sight of them much more easily than if they were still in the sea. I wil go back to my forest too, but I do not know if I will live contentedly there, or anywhere. I have been mortal, and some part of me is mortal yet. I am full of tears and hunger and the fear of death, thought I canot weep, and I want nothing, and I cannot die. I am not like the others now, for no unicorn was ever born who could regret, but I do. I regret.'"
from the last unicorn by peter s. beagle

kristopolis703@gmail.com — Sun, 21 Jun 2009 14:51:52 GMT

"You teach me how cruel you've been- cruel and false. Why did you despise me? Why did you betray your own heart, Cathy? I have not one word of comfort. You deserve this. You have killed yourself. Yes, you may kiss me, and cry, and wring out my kisses and tears; they'll blight you- they'll damn you. You loved me- then what right had you to leave me? What right- answer me- for the poor fancy you felt for Linton? Because misery, and degradation, and death, and nothing that God or Satan could inflict would have parted us, you, of your own will, did it. I have not broken your heart- you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine. So much the worse for me, that I am strong. Do I want to live? What kind of living will it be when you- oh God! would you like to live with your soul in the grave?"
-from emily brontë's wuthering heights

kristopolis703@gmail.com — Tue, 19 May 2009 14:36:26 GMT

"Am I hideous, Jane?"
"Very, sir; you always were, you know."
-from charlotte brontë's jane eyre

i finished last night!
i still like heathcliff more than mr. rochester, but brenna is right; you pretty much forgive the novel all of it's sexist, racist, western-centric faults & weird religious overtones because jane is so cool.

kristopolis703@gmail.com — Sun, 17 May 2009 16:39:29 GMT

"Jane, do you understand what I want of you? Just this promise- 'I will be yours, Mr. Rochester.'"
"Mr. Rochester, I will not be yours."
-from jane eyre by charlotte brontë

kristopolis703@gmail.com — Tue, 05 May 2009 18:35:41 GMT

"After inside upheavals, it is important to fix on imperturbable things. Their imperturbableness, their air that nothing has happened renews our guarantee. Pictures would not be hung plumb over the centres of fireplaces or wallpapers posted with such precisions that their seams make no break in the pattern if life were really not possible to adjudicate for. These things are what we mean when we speak of civilisation; they remind us how exceedingly seldom the unseemly or unforeseeable rears its head. In this sense, the destruction of buildings and furniture is more palpably dreadful to the spirit than the destruction of human life. Appalling as the talk with Daphne had been, it had not been so finally fatal, when you looked back at it, as an earthquake or a dropped bomb. Had the gas stove blown up when Portia lit it, blowing this nice room into smithereens, it would have been worse than Portia's being called spying common. Though what she had said had apparently been dreadful, it had done less harm than a bombardment from the sea. Only outside disaster is irreparable. At least, there would be dinner at any minutes; at least she could wash her hands in Vinolia soap."
-from elizabeth bowen's the death of the heart

kristopolis703@gmail.com — Wed, 08 Apr 2009 21:32:18 GMT

"...She had decided that when she met him she would be cool. They would behave toward each other in a manner appropriate to their respective stations. She crossed the yard and went into the vegetable garden. He was there, and her heart sang at the sight of him.
With Stella it was always the heart, the language of the heart."
-from asylum by patrick mcgrath

kristopolis703@gmail.com — Sun, 05 Apr 2009 23:05:11 GMT

"i'm okay. i'm mostly okay."
-young woman on her violent sexual assault at the 2009 abortion speakout at hampshire college.

kristopolis703@gmail.com — Sat, 28 Mar 2009 05:19:43 GMT

"'Robert thought nothing of me,' said Anna, laughing. 'Did you not know that? He thought nothing of me at all. Nothing really happened; I did not break his heart.'"
-from elizabeth bowen's the death of the heart

kristopolis703@gmail.com — Fri, 26 Dec 2008 03:35:41 GMT

...today i ate a whole cornish game hen with my fingers & it was delicious.
merry christmas!

kristopolis703@gmail.com — Sun, 30 Mar 2008 18:56:55 GMT

EVERYTHING IS GOING TO BE OKAY

kristopolis703@gmail.com — Sat, 06 Oct 2007 20:41:26 GMT

how can i make the world a better place?

my favorite thing about myself

kristopolis703@gmail.com — Sun, 12 Aug 2007 05:37:04 GMT

after nearly an entire summer of working in a restaurant, i am still surprised when people are mean to me.

i hope i'm always surprised.

kristopolis703@gmail.com — Sat, 28 Jul 2007 22:57:28 GMT

    i had a good day, today, despite the underlying worry-scurry. i worked up at the bar, today, & one of the Really Important Customers was there, sitting alone, chatting to Jay [the bartender, on whom i have a ginormous old-man-crush] & i. this Really Important Customer is English of the Upper Class variety. the snobbery in his voice makes me want to punch him in the nose, but then i remember he can't help it, anymore than i can help lapsing into girlish teenage slang. anyway, he spoke to me in german & called me schatzie, schatzie which is adorable. anyway, his wife just passed away & he showed me a picture of her & i could tell he was so lonely. he talked about maids & travelling & giving money to this & that but really, he is so lonely. no wonder he sat in an empty bar, with jay & i, drinking glass after of merlot. he just wanted to talk to someone.
    i ran on home, got dressed into my brand new vintage bathing suit from the twenties & went to get toby & kinders. we wandered around the fair days, dressed in our finery & collecting catcalls accordingly. we ran into everyone- popoki & sean m. walsh & mark & rew & sarah & kelsey & derek & becky & max & derek & david & tom & mackenzie & rachel- people people, it was lovely to see them all. max gave me a balloon, mark helped me pick out a string of fake pearls [someday, someday, i will have my own real ones. someday]. kettle corn & lemonade! i bought a claddagh ring, like i've always wanted [right hand, crown out, for those interested parties. not looking] & also, toby helped me to buy the most beautiful red felt hat i've seen in my life. it's midnight now & i'm still wearing it.
    there was a lightning bug in my room late last night, & in my groggy state i thought it was a fairy. i caught it- barely, & brought him outside. it was a merry chase, though.
    i felt more like myself today than i have in a long time. i've been spending too long reading & sleeping. i've been so tired, & i've felt like being quiet & too sleepy to go out. but today, i went out for a long time, & it was sunny, & i saw friends, & i was happy.

kristopolis703@gmail.com — Wed, 20 Jun 2007 17:39:50 GMT

"That shirt looks good on you, but it would look even better stuffed into the neck of a vodka bottle and flung burning through our office building's window. Let's fucking do it and never look back."
-randall munroe, xkcd