i’m troubled on my lunch break today and walk to the thrift store. as always, i’m paging through the books, looking for interesting paper ephemera to scan, or cut up for my endless collaging and scrapbooking. amongst the discarded and dog-eared volumes, i find a little book called “the kiss: lovers quotations and romantic paintings” and inside i find the above little love note dated july 2005.
and isn’t it just.. like.. fucking beautiful?
god, it just made me weak in the knees, this entirely romantic little gesture, god i’d just melt if someone gave me something like this… and then, too, i became a little sad that this little volume, given with love twenty years ago ended up discarded and on sale for a few cents at a dirty little thrift shop.
anyways. i brought the book home in order to scan this note for this blog, for all the other rage filled romantics and deranged dreamers who find their home here alongside my words.
i wonder if R still thinks Petra’s kisses are living things.
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