That’s what really scares me.
Falling in love is easy. Having sex is easier. But bumping into someone that can spark your soul - that shit is rare.
You could fuck four, five, all the people in a god damned room and you’d only feel a connection with one. Or none at all.
And what sucks is despite the undeniable real magnetic pull between the two of you, more often than not, you don’t end up together.
I’m afraid I won’t meet anyone else I can connect with.
I’m scared it’ll be just you.
❝ Sometimes in his presence she felt the deepest connection to him, and other times she felt completely alone - as though any bond to him was her own bitter imagining. ❞
-Ann Brashares, The Last Summer (Of You and Me)
Place of origin: Calicut, India (made)
Date:ca. 1850 (made)
Materials and Techniques:
Gold wire, with stamped florets and applied flat discs and hemispheres
Notes from the V&A
This gold necklace was one of the earliest Indian objects bought for what would become the Victoria and Albert Museum. It was exhibited at the 1851 Great Exhibition as “modern” work from Calicut, and was bought for the considerable sum of £30 for the new South Kensington Museum as an example of the best international contemporary design. The jeweller has manipulated a relatively small amount of gold to maximum effect to create interlinked motifs of filigree to which very small elements have been applied. These were made by hammering pieces of thin sheet gold onto a metal die over shaped depressions thereby producing identical motifs.
1. Kiss boys whose mouths taste like plums and liquorice
take, but do not give
do not surrender to the urge to fall
2. Kiss girls who are silk beneath your hands
swell around them until you become water logged, heaving
3. Leave forest fires alone
do not look for smoke, when your body starts to burn
stay away from trees, get the hose
4. You are not an apology
do not treat yourself like one
your lips are perfect for kissing
your hips do not spell ‘sorry’
5. The roar of your voice is a lightning storm
This is why the sky excites you
Because you were born from it
6. They’ll tell you that you are ruined
Don’t listen, you are not an abandoned train station
you are poetry in motion
7. There will be leaves in your hair from climbing trees
and falling from them,
Sometimes it is good to hurtle
8. Loosen yourself into elastic
the next time someone touches you
remember: you are not an apology
you belong solely to yourself.
❝ We travel for romance, we travel for architecture, and we travel to be lost. ❞