Annie Edson Taylor
[“The Queen of the Mist”]
on October 24, 1901, became the first person to survive a trip over Niagara Falls in a barrel. Here, she
poses with her cat and the barrel she rode over the falls, ca. 1901 / related post, here
C'mon, fall in love with me.
Fall in love with my stubbornness, fall in love with the way I look at you, with my eyes big, without blinking. Fall in love with my fearlessness, c'mon. Fall in love with how I stand up for people and fall in love with how I refuse to give up on them. Do everything you’ll have to to make me yours, c'mon. Fall in love with how smart I am and don’t be afraid to admit that it intimidates you. Fall in love with my insistence on asking questions about everything because I don’t like doing things blindly and fall in love with the way I’m not scared to argue endlessly. Fall in love with how hard I love the things and people I love, c'mon. Fall in love with my imperfect eyebrows and my big nose. Fall in love with my thin physique and my short legs and the way my hideous glasses hide my beautiful eyes. Fall in love with the way I run all around the house wearing shorts and my red hair open. Fall in love with how I can’t stop once I break into laughter. Fall in love with how I worship actors for their incredible acting and not looks. Fall in love with my strong personality even if it clashes against yours, c'mon.
Fall in love with me c'mon, do you dare?
Where is left to land? When you have left your mark across the world? I dashed for nothing, running from no one. I trip out, and trip over, as the sky takes your name. Day is all around, the floor is broken, but there is cuteness to the cracks. The concrete cages are open, and we’re off to Oz, on the next house. I’m falling where the fearless fear to float, I can’t hold back my icy heart a day longer, for it is melting with desire, desperately dripping into yours.