but you see little glimpses

She’s not the type of girl you’re used to… and you’re not quite sure if you like it or not. She’s not easy to get to know. She’s guarded and closed off… anything even slightly personal is harder to get to than Fort Knox. With her – it’s always one step forwards and two steps back and it’s SO frustrating… But you think maybe you kind of like it… because when you see those little glimpses of her you know you’re probably the only person who ever has.
She can’t be charmed… she’s not that type of girl. She manages to twist your compliments into insults or downplay them into jokes, and again… it’s so frustrating!!! Why can’t she believe that you like her!? Why can’t she just accept that she’s beautiful?
She can’t be bought because again… she’s not that type of girl. Jewelry, flowers, gifts… none of it interests her and she gets angry if you try it. She seems to think it’s effortless, and to her credit she’s kind of right… you’re simply repeating the same rehearsed steps to try and make her like you that you did with every other girl… and it won’t work… because she’s not like other girls.
She’s demure yet provocative… She runs hot and cold… She’s self-conscious, but also self-assured… In fact, she’s just about every contradiction you can possibly think of and yet you’re somehow addicted to this roller coaster ride because you know that even when she’s being the complete opposite of herself she’s still the most ‘real’ woman you think you’ve ever met and you just want to get to know her more. You want to see all of her… get inside her mind… know everything there is to know about her…
But she won’t let you. She’s not that type of girl.
And when the day comes to let her go and kiss her goodbye forever, you can tell she wants to cry… But she won’t… because she’s not that type of girl. She never was. She never will be…
And that’s exactly what you loved about her most.
—  Ranata Suzuki | Not that type of girl
True, reason was a difficult tool. You laboured with it to see a little more, and at best you got glimpses, partial truths: but the glimpses were always worth having. True, the new consciously driven world still had rough edges and very obvious imperfections, but those things would change. This was only the beginning, the day after Reason’s reign began.
—  Leonid Vitalevich

Mom wakes up every day to me laying in this exact position in this exact spot. I mean, when you’re comfy, you’re comfy! You can also see a little glimpse of my elaborate and vast collection of toys I have amassed in my few months here at home. I don’t play with any of them, but sometimes I do lick the little stuffed dog!

Mom gave a set of stairs I never used, and a hay hidey-house I never went in, to my aunt’s guinea pig. I hear that he loves them.

Love & hops,


Josie: They also feel they are owed a look at his body. That’s what tends to happen at this moment, is he lifts up or opens up his garment and shows them his wounds. You see a little glimpse that what they want is to see those marks on his body, and he finds something repulsive and shameful in that.