Lily Galbraith

  • 2:25 AM

    It’s my first night in New York City. Under the same roof as my brother and sister. Many times over I wished for this moment. I wished for them. But oh, how I miss my yellow teddy, and that soft mattress, and the big brick house, and Anika, hug? and Alexis, I know right.

  • For love’s sake only

    I’ve been thinking of EBB’s Sonnet 14 .

    Do not say I love her for her smile – her look – her way of speaking gently, for a trick of thought That falls in well with mine

    She says, implicitly, I will age, I will change, and I want to be loved for who I am. Not her “smile,” “look,” or “speaking,” but something of soul’s senses. Anyways, this reminds me of marriage in Pride and Prejudice:

    Happiness in marriage is entirely a matter of chance. If the dispositions of the parties are ever so well known to each other, or ever so similar beforehand, it does not advance their felicity in the least. They always continue to grow sufficiently unlike afterwards to have their share of vexation, and it is better to know as little as possible of the defects of the person with whom you are to pass your life.

    Spoken by Charlotte, who is so much more pragmatic, or so it seems, than EBB. She is motivated by a desire not to be an economic burden to her parents and, not unreasonably, thinks that the situation with Mr Collins offers her a respectable future. I love the episode in P&P when Elizabeth visits them and takes the measure of the marriage, noting for example that Charlotte has positioned her reading room so that she minimizes exposure to her husband.

  • 9:23 PM

    Steal my heart
    Hold my hand
    We’re on Decarie
    Lily, this is my favorite band

    Not long after
    I met someone new
    His childlike wonder
    Reminded me of you

    It didn’t take much
    The perfect picket fence
    We ran down every corner
    I lost my steel defense

    Oh it didn’t take much
    Green eyes on the girl in blue
    Papa I saw it coming
    But there wasn’t much to do

    I’m older now
    And you are too
    You take me around the world
    Papa, I met someone new

    He’s mighty and quick
    Devilish, I feel sick
    And he’s got that same wonder
    Papa, I’m in trouble

    He steals my heart
    He holds my hand
    The truth all around us
    A tight noose, a fraying band

    No it didn’t take much
    A shot in the dark
    Whoozy eyes
    Fickle hearts

    The tents and chairs put to sleep
    The river gnawing at my feet
    The carnival forgotten in the morning
    Papa, I never saw it coming

    This one I didn’t plan
    But he likes your song
    Even knows your band

    Where is my heart
    Where is my hand
    It’s not mine or his
    It’s all mixed up

    Papa will you hold my hand?

  • 8:14 PM

    Check under the bed
    Don’t forget the lights
    My swimsuit in the shower
    Your promise in the night

    The car is here
    Don’t leave me now
    I can’t see in front of me
    No, not even the ground

    Nowhere to run
    It’s time to hide
    We’re from the same cloth
    But cloth can be dyed

  • 8:02 PM

    Beneath the surface like a winter bulb
    Scintillating highs and harrowing lows
    Memories blotted in her wake
    The shadow of disease and decay

  • 7:54 PM

    James gave me this link for Christmas. He says write anything, who cares, and one day you will die. Here goes