#the quote '[s]he is half of my soul‚ as the poets say' was about her

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[pagesoflauren]

pagesoflauren's I love y'all 3000 Challenge

This is something I never imagined for myself. But it’s so wonderful to be part of this community and know that people enjoy my writing so much that you’re willing to follow me, despite my long periods of not updating because of school or other aspects of my life. I chose this challenge title because I do love the opportunity I have to write, but I also love each and every single person who reads my work.

So, I really want to host a challenge! I want to celebrate love in all its forms and expressions: romantic, platonic, familial, grand gestures, small gestures, smut, fluff, angst, light or dark. It’s all love, it’s all great forms of fanfic, and it’s all fun to read 🥳

Challenge Rules:

You don’t have to be following me

You can pick any two prompts to use and integrate into a piece of writing. You can send me an ask letting me know which prompt(s) you’re using. You’ll find prompts from various love stories, such as Disney films, Broadway musicals, The Song of Achilles, Pride & Prejudice, and unconventional ways of showing love.

You can write for any MCU character, any character played by an MCU actor, or even a DCEU character!

Please tag your stuff with #pagesoflauren3000challenge so that I can find it!

Some people have come to me letting me know they weren’t certain if they could stick to a deadline. So, I’m marking this challenge from next Friday, September 10, 2021, to Friday, December 31, 2021. Even then, if you don’t get your work done by then, I’m not going to be strict about it. Finish your work at your own pace and write at a rate you’re comfortable with!

There is no word minimum or limit!

You can write fluff, smut, angst, light or dark fics, I welcome all of that. I will allow noncon/dubcon, but please tag your works appropriately.

Please no zoophilia, pedophilia, underage sex, excessive violence, or sex involving bodily fluids.

Prompts and tags are below the cut!

Songs/Lyrics

“If I Never Knew You” by Jon Secada and Shanice, from Pocahontas - @syntheticavenger

“Something There” by Paige O’Hara and Robby Benson, from Beauty and the Beast - @writing-for-marvel

“Once Upon a Dream” by Mary Costa and Bill Shirley, from Sleeping Beauty

“Never Knew I Needed” by Ne-Yo from The Princess and the Frog

“El Tango Roxanne” by Aaron Tveit from Moulin Rouge

"Come What May" from Moulin Rouge - @denisemarieangelina

“As Long As You’re Mine” by Idina Menzel and Norbert Leo Butz from Wicked - @nekoannie-chan

“What You Mean to Me” by Laura Michelle Kelly and Matthew Morrison from Finding Neverland - @book-dragon-13

“So, this is love” from “So This is Love” by Ilene Woods and Mike Douglas from Cinderella - @saintbvcky @queenoftheworldisdead

“All at once, everything is different now that I see you” from “I See the Light” by Zachary Levi and Mandy Moore from Tangled

Quotes (If more than one person speaks, it will be denoted by //)

“I would know [him, her, them, you] in death, at the end of the world.” from The Song of Achilles

“[He, She, You, They] [is/are] half my soul, as the poets say” from The Song of Achilles

“Um, you...you fight good.” from Mulan - @pigwidgeonxo @queenoftheworldisdead

“Would you like to stay for dinner?” // “Would you like to stay forever?” from Mulan - @bluemusickid

(answers the phone) “I love you!” from Criminal Minds

“Why else live, if not for love?” from Moulin Rouge - @denisemarieangelina

“Is not general incivility the very essence of love?” from Pride & Prejudice by Jane Austen

“You must allow me to tell how ardently I admire and love you.” from Pride & Prejudice by Jane Austen - @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Unconventional/Subtle Ways of Showing Love

“This reminded me of you.” - @queenoftheworldisdead

“Will you let me help you?” - @pigwidgeonxo

“Are you hungry? I’ll make you something.”

“Tell me more.” - @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

“I like making you laugh.” - @takemedancingmaine

“Can I stay with you?” - @twittytelly @holacia2

“What do you want to do today?”

“Take me anywhere.”

“Who did this to you?” - @writing-for-marvel @buckypcrker

“Promise me.”

“Yes, I remember.” - @thewildthorberrys

Some peeps who showed some interest:

@saintbvcky @saiyanprincessswanie @myoxisbroken @twittytelly @sweater-daddiesdumbdork @bluemusickid @christywantspizza @queenoftheworldisdead @holacia2 @dbnightingale24 @searchforanotherway

Thanks y’all. I love you. I mean that ❤️

[myownprivate-johnnyutah]

If Found (Chapter 1)

AN: A Fluff-as-Fuck Penpals Story because we’re in a fuckin’ pandemic and I want to write about yearning, goddamnit. I have no outline, no plan and am just going wild with it. 

Synopsis: After losing a notebook in a Brooklyn bar two years ago, Alana Miles has lost a few more things and gained some others. Lost? Her tiny Brooklyn apartment, her first love-turned fiancé, their shared cat. Gained? A small rental house in her hometown, a second book deal, a rescue bulldog and a facelss email pen pal she may or may not be falling for. (AO3)

Wordcount: 1,530

September 2020

It’s a little early to be up for a Saturday, but she cracks open her laptop anyway— careful not to jostle the sleeping bulldog deep snoring across her legs. Alana has tried to let herself sleep in on weekends, lately. With the weekdays full of deadlines, interviews and long calls with her editor normally kicking off before her morning coffee’s kicked in, the few blissful hours of no screens and light-blocking blinds on Saturdays were usually her favorite thing. Usually.

It’s not her fault, though. Because of stupid timezones, there was a message waiting for her that she’d be itching to see and even after years (plural) of back-and-forth emails with her accidental pen pal, the little rush of seeing where the conversation would go next was enough to make her a bit more of a morning person (even when she doesn’t have to be). 

To: Miles2Go@mail.net.

From: KCR@mail.net

Subject: RE: RE: RE: The Not-Divorce is Finalized! 

A, 

Sure, okay, I believe you.

I know you said you were fine and I understand I’m maybe half-obligated by the terms of our friendship to take that at face value and instead pivot to asking you about your day or the book proposal or whether you got around to reading that book I sent you (it’s a chapbook, honestly, and you pretty much read for a living). And I will ask those things. 

But I wanted to add, RE: your point on “closure not even being a fuckin’ real thing” that I’m not sure if I agree. Provided you’re giving yourself the grace to step away and close the chapters, relationships, painful memories in order to open something up, it’s as real as you want to make it. 

But what you’re going through (all of it), it’s draining and exhausting and you’re carrying a lot. Closing a door doesn’t mean everything’s resolved behind the door, just that you’ve resolved to let yourself be on the other side. 

I think you’re brave and good, if that helps. And I hope you’ll read that goddamn chapbook so we can talk about it.  

Yours, 

KC

Welp. That’ll need coffee to respond to, she thought, slowly inching her legs out from under Bruce (who let out an insulted snort before snuffling back into the duvet) and heading out to the kitchen. 

Mug in hand, she made her way out to the porch and took in the fall morning: the lake’s got the beginning reflections of red and orange showing through and the smell of burning leaves (they still do that out here) is already making its way to her door. The tiny one bedroom house she’d been renting is about five minutes from where she grew up (where her parents still live). It’s modest (if maybe cramped) but has big windows, a monthly rent that doesn’t drain her bank account beyond recovery and lets her be close to her mom for doctor’s appointments and long meetings with specialists that she trades off with her sister and brother. 

She leaves the door open a crack, since Bruce is unlikely to last long in the bed alone before stumbling out to his sunny porch bed, and takes a seat on her own “grown-up porch couch” — an oversized wicker basket chair her little brother salvaged from a friends’ student house and spray painted white to look less wretched, paired with some overly fluffy pillows her twin sister bought her. She cracked open her computer again and tried to figure out how she’d respond.

She tried, not infrequently, to picture KC. She was sure he was good looking, despite that name feeling so deeply undignified and childish for a man in his forties. (Or is he fifty by now? A funny thing about surprise pen pals is you never really exchange birthdates or A/S/L — and, in their case, they just went for the emotional jugular). She imagined a doe-eyed John Cusack-type (maybe a bit more “High Fidelity,” actually) or, of course, a Tom Hanks “You’ve Got Mail” has crossed her mind but neither really ever felt right. 

She knew a lot about him, after nearly two years of correspondence. He’s told her about the long scar going up his stomach that he got in a motorcycle accident (how he’ll forget its there even after 20 years); she knows he works in film but simply says “I help people tell lies for a living” when she asks for specifics; she knows he fell in love a few years back, after thinking he was never going to fall in love again (and that he has a gift for emphasizing the sweet of a bittersweet ending) and she know she’s a Virgo with a Cancer moon. He knew a lot about her, too: He knew birds freaked her out, that she was in the middle of final proofs of her first book and the proposal on her second; he knew she broke off an engagement (and thus a relationship spanning nearly all of her 20s) in the last year and reflexively performed being cavalier about it; he knew her mom was sick and that she left the life (the one she secretly wasn’t all that wild about) in Brooklyn to be closer to her.

It’s funny the way these little stories and pieces of ourselves can be assembled to make a person feel so whole and so close, even if they’re thousands of miles away and you’ve never seen their face and you probably wouldn’t have met if it weren’t for the right amount of happy accidents flowing in succession. 

He was her happy accident and, if she were the fate-believing type she’d believe it was some of that kismet that brought him to that Fort Green bar on that rainy afternoon. She’d been transcribing some notes in one of her many junk-ish notebooks (full of story ideas, a few email addresses and phone numbers for sources, a scribbled quote, some ticket stubs and a lone piece of gum between the back pages (whoops) — all organized by chaos) and got a call from Brandon, her then-fiancé reminding her that they’d need to leave their Greenpoint apartment for his department chair’s dinner party on the Upper West Side (a thing she’d forgotten she’d agreed to do) shortly and if she was still stopping to grab the wine. 

In her rush to settle up her tab, scamper to the liquor store next door and procure a fancy-ass bottle for the academic circle jerk, she left the notebook behind. Luckily, she’d remembered to scrawl her email in the front cover that time —she wasn’t going to let some rando find her address!

KC, as he told her later in one of their subsequent emails, found it and “began trying to decipher its many, many mysteries (the gum, for example).” 

She couldn’t be mad, she 100 percent would’ve done the same thing if fate, kismet, the universe’s funky algorithm, who knows, left someone else’s brain-dump to her doorstep. Between that confession (and the charming apology that came with it), the emails just didn’t stop — long after he’d sent the book back. 

Despite this two year friendship, she hasn’t seen his face — and only recently heard his voice. She knows he’s older than her 34 years by a not-small amount.  (He doesn’t have an instagram or a Twitter and when she asked him why he responded “Oh, that. What would I do with that stuff, really?”) And 95% of the time it doesn’t bother her. But then she sees emails like that and thinks of his deep, thoughtful voice (the calm, intentional pauses when he speaks that make everything go soft and quiet over the phone line) and something in her twitches. 

It’s been a long 18 months of being very single and maybe, just maybe it’s messing with her head to have such careful, considerate attention 4-8 (depending on how much they write and how busy they are) times a week. 

To: KCR@mail.net

From: Miles2Go@mail.net.

Subject: Doors Open & Closed — moving on.

KC, 

That poet soul of yours is working overtime today, bud. It’s too early for my icy heart to thaw the way it needs to if I’m going to adequately respond, so take this: I know. You’re right. I’ll try. Thank you. 

And try to let it be the end of this for now. 

I’m digitally and spiritually cleansing this space and cracking open this sad  pamphlet of a book you sent me. Stand by for my thoughts. 

Chilliest regards (with a gooey center), 

A

P.S. You promised me that shortlist of “films I need to watch now that I work from home and can watch movies all day.” Keep in mind, my attention span is like my love life: short, sad and ridiculous. 

She hits send and quickly checks in on the few dangling work emails that couldn’t wait until Monday. It’ll be a few hours before her West Coaster pen pal is up and a few more before he’s near a screen. He’s an early riser, but more of a yoga, outdoors-y, going jogging (ugh) kind than a feverish AM emailer. But she’ll forgive him that one (admittedly well-adjusted) flaw for now.

[barinacraft]

The Affinity Cocktail - Scotch Whisky And Vermouth Find True Love

The Affinity Cocktail Pairs Scotch Affection For Vermouth

The Affinity Cocktail is one of only a few truly classic drinks mixed with Scotch whisky which shows the difficulty of pairing it in the perfect marriage. At least in spirit.

Modern versions of the Affinity Cocktail have sort of settled on a sip similar to a perfect Scotch Manhattan with orange or aromatic bitters, although the original drink recipe was hardly perfect (equal parts French and Italian vermouth). Back then it was closer to a sweetened Scottish Rory O'More or a Robert Burns with sugar instead of absinthe.

Either way, like most Scotch whisky cocktails, the character of this drink is greatly effected by how manly the mixture is. Blended may be best to begin with.

History Of The Affinity Cocktail

First Appeared In Print

The New York Sun initially reported on Monday, October 28, 1907 that,*

There's another new cocktail on Broadway. They call it the Affinity. After drinking one, surviving experimenters declare, the horizon takes on a roseate hue; the second brings Wall Street to the front and center proffering to you a quantity of glistening lamb shearings; when you’ve put away the third the green grass grows up all around, birds sing in the fig trees and your affinity appears.

The new ambrosia contains these ingredients...

Original Affinity Cocktail Recipe:

1 jigger (1 ½ oz)���Scotch whisky

½ jigger (¾ oz) Italian vermouth

1 (medium) tsp powdered sugar

1 dash orange bitters

Shake in cracked ice, cocktail fashion, until thoroughly blended and cooled, then strain and quickly serve. ( Note: would recommend using superfine sugar though instead of powdered to avoid the corn starch and other anticaking agents which adds cloudiness and can affect the flavor. )

During this time period, many cocktails were created to commemorate the opening of a Broadway play and the reference to Wall Street is in relation to the financial crisis known as the 1907 Banker's Panic which was triggered by a failed attempt to corner the market on United Copper Company stock in October 1907.

Which Broadway play inspired the name for the Affinity cocktail though?

Keep reading below.

Syndication

Syndicated newspaper columns including The Washington Post and others ran the story the following day. The Hartford Courant embellished the details with their own verse which also provided some more clues to the source, writing,†

Well, then the pianola sounds as good as the symphony orchestra. The second one convinces you that trust companies and savings banks are solvent and you want to put your money back. If you take three it seems like Summer, otherwise you’ll buy your wife, or the affinity, a new fur coat. Then it’s time to stop.

“It moved the poet to the following:

In its glistening depth is the light of her eyes,

In its taste is her honey kiss.

There’s a victor’s crown for the man who tries

To build me another like this.

If you put another bright red cherry in the last one you will feel like a Belmont as you ride home in the subway.

Divorcons or Let's Get A Divorce

James Slevin announces on November 8, 1907 a sketch he adopted for vaudeville based on the 1885 book Divorcons! by Emile de Najac and Victorien Sardou may be named Affinity.‡ This does not appear to have happened, although the original title was turned into a play1 which opened at the Playhouse Theatre April 1, 1913 running through May 19, 1913 and was later released as a 40 minute short silent black and white film2 as a comedy drama on December 15, 1915.

His Affinity Is A Miss

His Affinity is released as a black and white short silent film on November 9, 1907.3 This comedy details the adventures of a mild mannered husband, who after deciding to leave his overbearing wife, finds romance with a single girl he meets in the park. Drama ensues.

Good Golly Miss Molly, McGinnity

Good Golly is right when it comes to all the affinity references in popular culture in 1907 and shortly afterwards. Not to be confused with the rock and roll song by Little Richard in 1958, “Molly McGinnity, You're My Affinity” by composer John W. Bratton was released November 23, 1907. However, this humorous Irish folk song, lyrics below, was not featured on Broadway.4

The Billowy Ecstasy Of Neptunian Soul Kisses

The year 1907's affinity for affinity has come to a close and the source for the “newest drink on Broadway” as proclaimed by The New York Sun at the end of October does not seem to exist. Unless an advanced preview of an upcoming show served as inspiration for the Affinity Cocktail.

Enter The Soul Kiss, a Broadway musical created by Florenz Ziegfeld all about the subject, which included the song My Affinity, sung by the sculptor in the show sixth on the song list during Act I. It opened January 28, 1908 at the New York Theater and ran for 122 performances until May 23, 1908.5

The play had a behind the scenes production cast that included many of the same players responsible for The Ziegfeld Follies. Familiar names included producers A.L. Erlanger and Marcus Klaw, music by Maurice Levi (and others) and script / lyrics written by Harry B. Smith, who also wrote the Rob Roy operetta which has a drink named after it.

The soul kiss, a tongue in cheek [sic] expression for a French kiss elevated to exaggerated proportions, was supposedly invented by a romance instructor who was quoted in a newspaper interview as saying, “When I exchange soul kisses with my affinity in the planet Neptune, I close the doors, throw myself on a couch, my soul goes out from my body to meet him and I experience a billowy ecstasy.” By the way, at the time, personal lessons could be purchased for $300.

Her description inspired Smith6 to develop the plot for the play which had J. Lucifer Mephisto (Ralph C. Herz) betting one million dollars that sculptor Ketcham Short (Cecil Lean) would not remain faithful to his fiance, model Suzette (Florence Holbrook), under the temptation of a soul kiss from dancer (Adeline Genee). As a follow up, The Ziegfeld Follies of 1908, which debuted on June 15th of that year, contained a comedy spoof mocking the November elections called The Political Soul Kiss where Miss Columbia (female Uncle Sam) tries to find her affinity among the presidential candidates including William Jennings Bryan, Charles Evans Hughes, William Howard Taft and then 2nd term incumbent president Theodore Roosevelt who was not seeking a third.

The Affinity (Play)

Its probably folly to keep searching for the stimulus behind this sip's sobriquet since The Soul Kiss seems to seal the deal, but there actually was a Broadway play named The Affinity.7 However, in 1907 it was still known as Les Hannetons.

Les Hannetons, which translates to cockchafers (the beetles known as June Bugs), by French playwright Eugene Brieux, was a three act bitter comedy first produced at the Theatre de la Renaissance in Paris, France on February 3, 1906. The controversial play dealt with matrimony and mistresses, treating marriage as a battleground, and gained some infamous notoriety after being banned by censors in both France and England. British stage actor Laurence Irving, who translated Les Hannetons8 into English, performed the play with his wife Mabel Hackney in the United States, first renamed as The Incubus in 1909 and then later renamed again in January 1910 as The Affinity. There were no bureaucratic black outs on Broadway, but the crowds were not amused and the play lasted for only 24 performances at the Comedy Theater on west 41st street.

Behind Your Bar - How To Make An Affinity Cocktail At Home

First Published In A Cocktail Book

Minus the powdered sugar, the Express Cocktail with equal parts Scotch whisky and Italian vermouth plus a dash of orange bitters via Straub's Manual of Mixed Drinks (1913) appears to be the earliest recipe printed in a cocktail book which comes closest to the original 1907 Affinity Cocktail. However, the first one named the Affinity Cocktail published in a bartending book is the one in The Reminder by Jacob A Didier (1909) and it is a different formulation.9

Its this ‘perfect’ combination of Scotch whisky with French and Italian vermouths along with aromatic or orange bitters that has become the modern classic so to speak.10

Affinity Cocktail Drink Recipe (modern classic):

1 oz Scotch whisky (blended)

1 oz French (dry) vermouth

1 oz Italian (sweet) vermouth

2 dashes aromatic or orange bitters

Measure all the ingredients into a mixing glass with ice and stir well. Strain and serve with a twist of lemon peel (or orange rind to match the bitters if chosen). Adjust the manliness to suit.

David Embury, the author of The Fine Art of Mixing Drinks (1948) ratchets up the proportions to a 4:1:1 ratio. When it comes to Scotch though, that's probably too manly for most.

Similar Mixed Drinks

Automobile Cocktail - gin, scotch, sweet vermouth and orange bitters.

Beadlestone Cocktail - equal parts Scotch and dry vermouth.

Borden Chase - an original Affinity Cocktail with pastis instead of powdered sugar.

Emerald Cocktail - half-n-half Irish whiskey and Italian vermouth with a dash of orange bitters.

Highland Cocktail - equal parts Scotch and sweet vermouth.

Thistle Cocktail - Scotch whisky, Italian vermouth and Angostura bitters.

Trilby Variation - a Borden Chase with parfait amour.

York Cocktail - Scotch whisky, French vermouth and orange bitters.

References

* - "Live Topics About Town." New York Sun 28 Oct. 1907: 4. Print.

† - Hartford Courant 29 Oct. 1907: 14. Print.

‡ - "An 'Affinity' Sketch." Variety Magazine Nov. 1907: 6. Print.

1 - Divorcons (the play).

2 - Divorcons (the movie).

3 - His Affinity (the movie).

4 - Molly McGinnity, You're My Affinity song lyrics:

I've been a single man all my life.

I've never wanted to own a wife.

No Wedding Bells was the song for me.

Money my own, and my evenings free.

Now all that's over, those days are through;

You've done the trick with your eyes of blue.

Molly McGinnity don't you see?

You're the affinity meant for me.

Molly McGinnity, You're my affinity, Say that you love me, do.

In this vicinity, No femininity, Is half so sweet as you.

Molly McGinnity, Down at old Trinity, If you will not decline.

There's a doctor of divinity, The Reverend Finnerty, A waiting to make you mine.

“Hold on a minute,” says Molly dear,

“What's this affinity word I hear?

Is it some kind of a breakfast food?

May be its meaning is not so good.”

“Whisper,” says I, “‘tis a brand new word,

‘Tis from the French, and it means a bird.”

“Oh, if that's so” says my Molly dear,

“Say it again, for I like to hear.”

Molly McGinnity, You're my affinity, Say that you love me, do.

In this vicinity, No femininity, Is half so sweet as you.

Molly McGinnity, Down at old Trinity, If you will not decline.

There's a doctor of divinity, The Reverend Finnerty, A waiting to make you mine.

5 - The Soul Kiss (Broadway musical extravaganza).

6 - Harry Bache Smith, First Nights and First Editions - An Autobiography (Boston: Little, Brown and Co., 1931). Print.

7 - The Affinity (the play).

8 - Michael Holroyd, A Strange Eventful History: The Dramatic Lives of Ellen Terry, Henry Irving, and Their Remarkable Families (New York: Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 2008). Print.

9 - That's not really true, but since the first "Affinity cocktail" published in a bartending book was actually a completely separate recipe altogether, we decided to remove it from the main article content. This drink, which later became known to some as the Violet Affinity cocktail was originally listed with instructions to frappe 2/5 French vermouth with 2/5 Italian vermouth and 1/5 crème de violette; serving in a chilled stemmed glasses via William T. (Cocktail) Boothby, The World's Drinks And How To Mix Them (San Francisco: Pacific Buffet, 1908), 143. Print.

10 - Other Affinity cocktail variations have appeared along the way including one with equal measures of whiskey, French and Italian vermouths along with 3 drops of Peychaud bitters and a twist of orange peel on top via Ernest P. Rawling, Rawling's Book of Mixed Drinks - An Up to Date Guide for Mixing and Serving All Kinds of Beverages and Written Expressly for the Man Who Entertains at Home (San Francisco: Guild Press, 1914), 14. Print.

[littlelonghairedoutlawllho]

Tagged by @therosenpants !

Sign(s): Libra

Fave color(s): I feel attacked, but burgundy red and blue-grey are two of the leading faves, as is ash-blond but that’s a bit more...specific

Fave food(s): Chocolate, pasta, pizza

Fave drink(s): Tea, hot chocolate, and wine. Alternatively, whiskey

Fave flavors: I’m not sure I’ve ever thought about flavours that seriously tbh

Fave female writers/poets: MARY DORIA RUSSELL. I can’t scream about her enough right now, okay? But also Vera Brittain and Djuna Barnes. Carol Rifka Brunt. Audrey Niffenegger because goddamn The Time Traveler’s Wife has owned half of my soul since I was 14. Danielle Steel (and not just because of Jewels). Sylvia Plath. Katrina Porteous because she owns the other half of my soul.

Fave female characters: It’s borderline because she’s technically both historical and fictional, but Kate Harony/Fisher/Elder/Mary Katharine Cummings (Specifically how Mary Doria Russell writes her) and on that note I also love MDR’s edition of Sadie Marcus. Serafina Pekkala. Lorena Wood. Wynonna Earp. Irene Adler. And of course Christine Daaé and La Sorelli.

Fave books written by women: Doc and Epitaph. The Time Traveler’s Wife. A Manufactured Plague. Because You Died (technically a collection of Vera Brittain’s poetry and prose, but still). Two Countries is almost my poetry bible. Tell the Wolves I’m Home. Jewels doesn’t have a whole lot in the way of beautiful writing, or plot, or even enthralling characters really, and so much more could have been done with it, but it’s just pure comfort.

Fave movies directed by women: Shrek was co-directed by a woman and as far as I’m concerned is perfect. I’m also way way behind on watching films in general. 

Fave dresses/outfits in literature or film: Rose’s red dress from Titanic. The Wishing dress. Pretty much anything Val Kilmer wears in Tombstone is Quality but I’m particularly partial to his black outfit for the Vendetta Ride.

Fave historical women/woman: Grace O’Malley/Gráinne Mhaol. Grace Gifford. Kathleen Clarke. Vera Brittain. Dr Dorothy Stopford Price. Kate Harony/Fisher/Elder/Mary Katharine Cummings. 

Fave princess/queen(s): I’m too attached to Queen Alexandra for my own good.

Fave goddesses: Persephone, Artemis, Aphrodite, Demeter

Fave celestial body/planet: A tie between the Libra constellation and Sirius

The stars or the moon: What would be one without the other?

The rain or the fog: Fog. I’m sick of rain

The sea or the lake: Lord I dunno

Lipstick or Eyeliner/Mascara: Lipstick because I despise putting on mascara

Gothic Heroine or Classical Heroine: Definitely gothic

Ballet or Ice Skating: Can’t say I’ve ever paid much attention to either, but ice skating

Ophelia or Juliet: Ophelia. At least partially because of the hurricane

Giselle or Odette: I dunno, maybe Giselle? I’m not really familiar with either

Mermaids or Unicorns: Unicorns. Gimme them forests

Impressionism or Romanticism: Romanticism boi

Fave quote/poem by a woman:  So many faves, but I’m going with this:

“Now, now, now, he prayed when the music darkened and fell, and spun and caught itself, and rose again, until at last--Orpheus to his own soul--he climbed beyond Hades’ grasp, beyond himself, beyond the terrifying, suffocating horror that awaited him, until exhaustion and peace had claimed him, as the music floated--softly, lightly--downward, and he let it end on the quiet chords before the final arpeggio.” - Mary Doria Russell, Doc. And it was so hard to narrow it down to just one perfect paragraph.

And thus we have reached the tagging stage. I tag: @operaofthephantom @rienerose @dying-suffering-french-stalkers @morrigan24601

[spamzineglasgow]

(REVIEW) A Context in Flux: Azad Ashim Sharma’s ‘Against the Frame’

In this review, Maria Sledmere explores the representation of global conflicts and everyday politics of hybridity, identity, xenophobia and experimental poetics within Azad Ashim Sharma’s debut publication, Against the Frame (Barque Press, 2017).

That brings us back to what the ambition of theory may be -- what theory desires. That's difficult to answer, but I think a theory should go beyond illuminating the deep structure of an event, object, or text, should do more than establish or embellish the framing discourse within which this object of analysis is placed. What the theory does first of all is respond to a problem. You look at what you can't use -- you look at the explanations you have for something and you feel that they aren't translatable, that they don't adequately illuminate something about another form of thought, or the event of a thought. So you are moved to begin to rethink.

— Homi Bhabha

> Azad Ashim Sharma’s collection Against the Frame (Barque Press, 2017) is dedicated in memory of his grandparents, A. B. Kazi and Zainab Ebrahim Asvat. This is a book that speaks to the lineages of the personal as much as the political; to imply some sort of separation between each would be to deny the woven threads of oppression, racism and prejudice as they play out in lived experience. Against the Frame is a book of contemporary Britain in the context of racialised phobias, charged disasters on a global scale, intergenerational traumas and media distortions. Comprising 42 pages of untitled lyric poems, it’s a restrained, brooding navigation of love, solidarity, terror and belonging in all its loaded forms. It lashes when it must, devastates with softer images then cuts to the chase like a certain look exchanged across the platform of a tube station. It works by sequence, contrast, accumulation. Its tone is monochrome, London fog with splashes of scarlet.

> When Homi Bhabha talks of a move towards beginning ‘to rethink’, he means with theory, but that’s not to exclude poetry. For Sharma’s poetry does nothing if not engage with theory, within the fraught realm of a present defined by problematic frameworks of racialised identity, hierarchy and myth. A South London poet of mixed Islamic-Hindu heritage, Sharma is well-poised to unpack these conflicts, as they play out not just in the news, but also in the embodied discourse of the street. Against the Frame engages with ongoing conflicts in Syria, Iraq and Afghanistan, portraying the feedback loops of media representation and everyday interaction. The deceptively ‘simple’ form of the short lyric becomes the ideal stage for intervening within our culture of soundbites and throwaway social media posts. Sharma will show up the terrible collage of our hyper-mediated present with an Imagist’s precision:

More white foreskins must preen like satire with human rights to vote offence and make Arab grave for occidental cenotaph spectaculars.

The often deadpan tone serves to heighten the intensity of the subjects presented. It wouldn’t be quite right to simply say Against the Frame is a ‘polemic’; its lyrics are subtler than the term implies; Sharma uses dramatic or explicit images with simultaneous conviction and restraint. Images of body parts detached from bodies highlights an absurdism around questions of definition, the arbitrary ornamentation of all that identifies our heritage, our skins, our moralised standing. Sharma constantly shows up Western hypocrisies through the lens of specific events as they ricochet between the scene of occurrence and their media and political reception back in Britain and/or Europe.

> In a way, what Sharma offers us is shortcuts to these fraught and complicated issues. I mean shortcuts not to sound reductive, but in fact an expansion, a kind of portal to accessing almost unthinkable knowledges, narratives and trauma. I mean shortcuts in relation to the elliptical tension of two lines that offer so much, that speak so much to what we can or cannot know, that gesture towards the deceptively neat tragedies that our sociopolitical systems propagate: ‘Everything has slipped away / into the algebra of the ballot box’. I mean also shortcuts that hold complexity within the torque of discursive ironies:

Precarity has become the buzzword for whiteness. A whiteness so world interior that it mistakes itself for the critique of itself & forces that critique upon us.

There’s the understatement of the ampersand, the sense that Sharma so adeptly shows up the hypocrisies of white logic, the workings of white universalism, via the cutting restraint of what resembles a philosophical argument. Sharma reveals how one accepted, mainstream proposition or assumption can be so easily undermined by its own logic, the way it plays out. Hearing Sharma read, however, these lyrics acquire by their very reasoning, their surprising warmth, a force that touches the compasses of both emotion and ‘common sense’. Live, Sharma reads in a way that is powerful and ‘held’, as well as conversational (his frankly incredible two-and-a-half hour SOAS Radio interview attests to this). There is a voice in these poems: for all their sweep and politics, their ability to comment on a general occurrence, their restrained ‘I’, the voice is there like a current, a charge, a bringing together of specificities. A threading, rather than congealing of experience. The voice responds to a problem, the poems stage the coming towards the event of a thought. Sharma’s ‘We’ is a statement of solidarity, a drawing together of histories of oppression. His ‘us’ is generous, empathetic, vulnerable, potential with united strength. Writing in Threads (2018), Nisha Ramayya argues:

I think of the weaving frame as a context in flux, that may be moved and expanded across spaces and times, that may transgress national borders and rational systems, a potentially unlimited context. I think of threads as parts that frame, as repetitions that enable memory, destruction and recreation, as continuities that loop and accrue meaning.

Being Against the Frame is to be against the frame: the representation that holds in singular, that imposes one narrative upon a plural experience of difference and identity in space and time. Ramayya’s revised sense of the frame is one that catches hybridity in its many woven strands. The way Sharma draws in the dialogue tags of familiar platitudes and wrenches them astray with control and poise feels a bit like weaving, or at least reworking in the sense of a craft, a generative movement towards production, expression, improvisation or inhabited pattern. I can’t help but think also of the work of pace and echo, the soulfulness of honesty, the pass between the ‘I’ and the ‘you’, the double consciousness of the seeing and seen, the collective and singular held within a hybrid identity:

When we look in the mirror we are made to fear ourselves. When you look in the mirror you see the victim, the innocent. And you say these images are easy, simple, don’t experiment with your language enough!

Here, Sharma challenges common Anglo-American critical receptions of BAME poetry, which tend to read work solely by way of the poet’s racial identity, ignoring vital innovations in form within their work. To write of that familiar trope, the glance in the mirror, is apparently to lack ‘experiment’, to write with ‘easy, simple’ images. I can’t think what it is, but those last two lines compellingly echo for me. Almost like a Basho haiku, a spellbinding line from Ariana Reines or a familiar Imagist lyric I can’t quite place. The direct ‘you say’, which speaks beyond the event of the reader encountering this particular poem, and gazes hard at entire histories. In the way that H.D.’s rich and mythical lyrics challenged perceptions and receptions of gender and sexuality in women’s poetry, Against the Frame unravels the myths of racialised experience by forging a space for concrete realities of daily struggle. Sharma defies you to shut down or dismiss that powerful image of the mirror, the duality of terrorist and innocent, inside and outside, held in the self contained by mainstream representation.

> His work is experimental in its suffusion of image, the clarity of sentiment delivered in complex affects which cut across genres, discourses and times. To say this is ‘contemporary’ is to acknowledge the historical context of its occurrence, but also to emphasise the ongoingness of its tensions in the public and private spheres of the mind and the street, the self and the city, the comment section and the television. Some of Sharma’s lines are beautiful and striking in their simplicity, lines that demand to be read again and again like crashing waves, whose interruptions are the fissures we cleave by policy and political gesture:

My drowning nourishes your eyes and in your passivity overflowing all passivity before the stimulation you ban my existence without an apology.

Of course the word ‘ban’ would link me to Bhanu Kapil’s stunning Ban en Banlieue (2015), a strange kind of lyric, prayerful novel which follows its young brown (black) female protagonist home from school in the insurgent moments of a riot. A novel which quotes from Giorgio Agamben, ‘To ban someone is to say that no-one may harm him’. Ban herself ‘is a dessicated form on the sidewalk’. To dessicate is to remove the juices, the moisture of something, often for preservation. The banning of someone’s existence is, Sharma’s poem suggests, an act of self-preservation. What dessicated bodies must we keep on the streets to hold our nation? Sharma asks such questions in the braided turns of an intimate poetics of the body, of the polis, of the everyday. What is staged goes beyond the term ‘micro-aggression’ and accumulates throughout these short lyrics as a scarlet thread of pain, a woven history that binds its heritage to the unfolding contemporary. As with Claudia Rankine’s Citizen (2014), subjectivity in all its tensions is essayed through scenes of daily encounter, through weighted shifts between the ‘I’ and the ‘you’ and the ‘we’. Whose clothes do we wear, whose skin do we share, how does this matter, what language becomes us now?

> ‘This montage is a garb for unfreedom’, Sharma writes. I think of poetic form, and something Lisa Robertson says about how garments are ‘lyric structures’. These poems envelop you, they are a distinctive ‘garb’; they make fraught visibility of their subject in the world. Sharma’s montage of detail is a clustering, held quick in the space of short lyric. You can read all these poems at once, as I did walking through the park on an incongruously bright May day; their sequence demands a sort of anxious thirst from the reader. Yet this imperative is also held on a single page, that space of clearing and tension and dwelling. The way the poet might juxtapose within a line two fraught images: ‘like bullets in a kidney | like mud on an eyelid’, the staged virgule highlighting what can be done in the 'special now’ of lyric poetry (Jonathan Culler), what comparisons made. One simple trace of mud to weigh up against a bullet shot through an organ. We think about violence, the marks we leave. We think about writing.

> With fresh and commanding expression, Sharma recalls myriad acts of violence, social exclusion, economic oppression and cognitive dislocation within the racialised, xenophobic space we call this nation. He probes ‘ways of knowing’ in the pointed, short-circuited era of ‘gunpoint’ and ‘discount’, the ‘known chaos’ of mass media and its vortex of paranoia and accusation. If the frame is that which stages one event, often anachronistically, in the context of another, then to be ‘against’ the frame is to offer alternative shortcuts to diversity within representation. The work of lyric as the work of the chorus or commons, but also as the work of empathy, a coming towards understanding, a making space for thought. What Bhabha says of theory rings true for Sharma’s poetics: this is a rejection of existing frames for thinking racialised experience, a woven, experimental movement that finds space in its formal poise for translating racialised conflicts, contradictions and the ‘climate of fear’ kept aflame by the hostile temperatures of mass media discourse.

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Endnotes

I recently heard Sharma read for the first time at an 87 Press event held at Typewronger Books in Edinburgh, alongside Dom Hale, Callie Gardner and Gloria Dawson. The way he delivered poems from this collection, as well as several new ones, interlacing personal anecdotes, shout outs and apologies for (I’m possibly glossing here) being ‘a South London poet in Scotland, complaining about South London’, marked a warmth and openness that went beyond the space of that bookshop, that Saturday eve. A maturity and sobriety that challenged my own sense of what poetry can do, the conversations and intimacies it might spark, the space and care and attention it holds. Sharma’s SOAS Radio interview is such a trove of musings on personal histories, higher education, politics, philosophies of hybridity and the contemporary poetry scene, not to mention an excellent playlist of UK dubstep, jazz, blues, rap and more. It’s rare that poets get so much radio time, let’s face it, so do have a listen :)

Against the Frame is out now via Barque Press and can be purchased here. 

Text: Maria Sledmere

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For the Fairytale Asks: Muse, Spark, Roses, Castle, Swan Lake, candlelight, princess, sweet daisies, and dwarf.

Ooh wow you flatter me!

Muse: How do you like to relax?As long as I’m sitting by myself somewhere without anyone trying to get my attention, I’m fairly relaxed, but ideally I’d be in the little Hobbit-hole I’ve constructed for myself under my dorm bed, reading, writing, or watching something, in pajamas, with my blanket with classic book quotes on it. The basement of the university library is really nice, too, because you’re required to be stone silent down there, and it’s got a bunch of different kinds of seating for different studying needs, and that seating includes small couches with three walls, so you can pull a small desk in front of yourself and only have distractions in front of you, or you can pull two of the pods together and have a lovely nap (which is not actually that uncommon).

Spark: Favorite film?I’m really bad at picking favorites, so if I’m not careful, I’m just going to list my entire movie library… I usually default to The Princess Bride or Dead Poets Society though, and DPS is a particular favorite at the moment.

Roses: What fictional universe would you like to live in?D e c i s i o n sIf we’re talking living during the events of the book/movie/what have you and being involved in them, then probably Lord of the Rings, just because I’d trust the Fellowship with my dang life and I’m already basically a Hobbit anyway. Or maybe Stardust, because I just really love that movie and being a sky pirate would be fun as hell and also Charlie CoxIf we’re talking living day-to-day, not interacting with any of the characters, but living in the universe, then probably Harry Potter, post-Second-Wizarding-War, just because magic.If we’re talking in between, interacting with the characters and going on adventures of your own, rather than the plot of the book/movie/what have you, then probably CotIG, because it’s got an enormous cast of interesting characters, and I love them all, and good Lord, what I wouldn’t give to live in Tamerlane House for even a day.I’ve thought about this too much

Castle: Favorite fictional character?D E C I S I O N SThere are a whole ton of characters whom I adore, and there’s no way I’m choosing a most favorite from all of them, but a good default answer would be Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley, and Luna Lovegood from Harry Potter. Say what you will about HP and JKR, and chances are I’ll agree, but I’ll never be able to ditch Harry Potter, because it was a hugely formative part of my childhood (seriously, one of my favorite memories is a few months after Deathly Hallows was published–a family tradition from the time I discovered HP in second grade was for my mom to read the books out loud to the whole family a chapter or two at a time–we had just reached the Battle of Hogwarts, it was a Friday night, and my brother and I were about to go to bed, but we wanted to know what happened next, so Mom made us a deal: we would get ready for bed and she would sit out in the hall with Dad and read while we got ready (our rooms and the bathroom we used were all within 20 feet of each other and it was a narrow hallway). So that was what we did, and when we were both ready for bed, we sat down next to Mom and Dad while Mom finished the chapter, and then she kept going, and we didn’t complain because hey we got to find out what happened next and we got to stay up late, and that was how we finished the series–sitting on the floor of the hallway, all four of us, in our pajamas, and Mom said, “The scar hadn’t pained him in 19 years. All was well.” and closed the book and we just sat there with the best Post-Book Bittersweetness I’ve ever experienced). And I’m pretty Hermione-ish now, but when I was a little kid, I was basically a carbon copy of Young Hermione (personality-wise), and I dressed as Hermione for Halloween for four years in a row, and she’s been my favorite character for a long time. As I grew up and got used to the fact that you don’t have to have just one favorite anything, my Favorite Character roster expanded exponentially, and I grew to love Ginny and Luna as much as I love Hermione, because they’re all badasses in their own ways and they each have valuable lessons that they taught little Elementary-School Me, that I carry with me to this day, and I swear I will listen to any critiques you may have about JKR’s writing, but these characters are way too near and dear to my heart for me to eschew HP altogether.(And yes I realize I could have answered this question with “prolly Hermione lol” and done the trick but that’s not how I function)

Swan Lake: Do you like poems? If so, what’s one of your favorites?Fun fact: I didn’t care about poetry that much until the first time I watched Dead Poets Society, and then I went on a spree with a poetry anthology my mom had, basically taking it as my own and dog-earing the pages of poems I liked (this very anthology is on my desk in my dorm room as we speak, lo these many years later). I still don’t know very much about poetry, nor do I usually care to learn, but I’ll always have a soft spot for Shakespeare and Poe, and in the weeks of obsession after I rewatch Dead Poets Society, I pull that anthology back out and reread my dog-eared poems. So here are a couple of those.“Engraved on the Collar of a Dog, Which I Gave to His Royal Highness” by Alexander PopeI am his Highness’ dog at Kew;Pray tell me, sir, whose dog are you?“The Laboratory” by Robert Browning Now that I, tying thy glass mask tightly,My gaze through these faint smokes curling whitely, As thou plyest thy trade in this devil’s smithy–Which is the poison to poison her prithee?

He is with her; and they know that I knowWhere they are, what they do: they believe my tears flowWhile they laugh, laugh at me, at me fled to the drearEmpty church to pray God in, for them!–I am here. 

Grind away, moisten and mash up thy paste,Pound at thy powder–I am not in haste!Better sit thus, and observe thy strange things,Than go where men wait me and dance at the King’s.

That, in the mortar–you call it a gum?Ah, the brave tree whence such gold oozings come!And yonder soft phial, the exquisite blue,Sure to taste sweetly–is that poison too?

Had I but all of them, the and thy treasures,What a wild crowd of invisible pleasures!To carry pure death in an earring, a casket,A signet, a fan-mount, a filigree basket!

Soon, at the King’s a mere lozenge to giveAnd Pauline should have just thirty minutes to live!But to light a pastille, and Elise, with her headAnd her breast and her arms and her hands, should drop dead!

Quick–is it finished? The color’s too grim!Why not soft like the phial’s, enticing and dim?Let it brighten her drink, let her turn it and stir,And try it and taste, ere she fix and prefer!

What a drop! She’s not little, no minion like me–That’s why she ensnared him: this never will freeThe soul from those masculine eyes–say “no!”To that pulse’s magnificent come-and-go.

For only last night, as they whispered, I broughtMy own eyes to beat on her so, that I thoughtCould I keep them one half minute fixed, she would fall,Shriveled; she fell not; yet this does it all!

Not that I bid you spare her the pain!Let death be felt and the proof remain;Brand, burn up, bite into its grace–He is sure to remember her dying face!

Is it done? Take my mask off! Nay, be not morose;It kills her, and this prevents seeing it close:The delicate droplet, my whole fortune’s fee–If it hurts her, beside, can it ever hurt me?

Now, take all my jewels, gorge gold to your fill,You may kiss me, old man, on my mouth if you will!But brush this dust off me, lest horror it bringsEre I know it–next moment I dance at the King’s!

My choir in high school also sang a song with the text from “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” by Robert Frost, and the song was freaking gorgeous, so that poem’s close to my heart too.

Candlelight: Coffee or tea?Honestly, probably neither. I’d love to like both of them, but no matter how much cream and sugar I put in them, I can’t get past the bitterness. I do like the occasional chai latte, though (they’re like liquefied snickerdoodles!), so both and neither at the same time, I guess.

Princess: Favorite TV show at the moment?I don’t watch TV that much; I don’t have the time to commit to whole seasons of things… I’m not even remotely caught up, but I enjoyed the few episodes I watched of A Series of Unfortunate Events. I also binged the first 10-11 episodes of Switched at Birth the other day, but I’m really only watching it for the ASL. I don’t really like any of the characters, except Daphne and Melody and probably Regina. I want to like Emmett, I really do, but boy needs to get his romantic feelings under control; he can’t keep ping-ponging between Daphne and Bay. That’s gonna end really poorly.EDIT: Can’t believe I forgot these–The West Wing and NCIS are staples in my life. NCIS is just loads of fun, and I love the characters, and I could rant for days about how damn GOOD The West Wing is. It was written by Aaron Sorkin, who’s one of my favorite playwrights (he wrote A Few Good Men, the play the movie’s based on), and it’s just written so damn well. I don’t typically give a shit about the inner workings of the government, but The West Wing makes me give many shits. Many of them. All the characters are intellectual badasses, and I love them all so much.

Sweet Daisies: Do you believe in love at first sight?That’s called infatuation, kiddos, and it’s not healthy for anyone.

Dwarf: Do you enjoy horror films?I’ve never seen any, because I’m only a few years out of spending 95% of my time with my family, and my mom hates horror films with a passion, so we never watched any. I don’t have an interest in that many of them, either, ‘cause I’m a bit of a scaredy-cat (barely made it through Chapter One of Bendy and the Ink Machine; quit five minutes into FNAF 1), but I really wanna watch A Quiet Place, primarily because ASL and partially because my horror-movie-aficionado friends say the atmosphere was like nothing they’ve ever experienced.

Thanks, Al! Sorry about the wall of text, but I’m really glad I got the opportunity to type it all!

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190+ Really Cute Good Night Text Messages for Her

What do women love? A sweet man that can be her knight in shining armor. While it sounds romantic, it is also a necessity for any man that wants to put a smile on his woman’s face before they go to bed at night.

Whether you don’t live together, or you’re away for work, there are cute text messages that you can send to her before going to sleep. The following list of 190+ cute goodnight SMS will put a huge smile on her face.

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1. “Night is purer than a day; it is better for thinking, loving and dreaming. At night everything is more intense, more true. The echo of words that have been spoken during the day takes on a new and deeper meaning. Good Night My Dear.”

2. “I know that every nightmare is free from my mind when I go to bed at night. The thought of you can bring me nothing but heavenly dreams.”

3. “Dream touches your heart and soul. It is a magical memory that unites fantasy and reality. Hope you’ll have the sweetest dream tonight… Good Night”

4. “At this moment, there are over a billion people sleeping or just waking up to start their day. It’s amazing that the only person that I think about at night is you. I hope you dream of love and happiness.”

5. “Good night! Sleep tight. I may not be by your side, but know that you’re always in my heart.”

6. “Hold your phone tightly because this text message is a hug in disguise. Good night :)”

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7. “Saying good night is not just putting an end to a day, it´s a way of saying, I remember you before I go to sleep. Hope you can feel the care that goes with it, Good Night…”

8. “You are the reason why I have sleepless nights. You are the reason why I tend to hold my pillow tight. And you are the reason I can’t sleep without saying goodnight.”

9. “Always end the day with a positive thought and grateful heart. Good Night!”

10. “I like the night. Without the dark, we’d never see the stars. I wish you sweet dreams!”

11. “Beautiful dreams, stars, the moon, flowers, and sunsets have nothing on you girl. You make the world a brighter place even when you’re going to bed.”

12. “I know that you are busy, but I wanted to tell you to have a good night.”

13. “I never have to worry about bad dreams again. I just close my eyes, think of you, and everything is perfect again.”

14. “My night is always the same. I jump in the shower, brush my teeth and spend the whole night thinking about you. It is perfect!”

15. “My wishes for you tonight are dreams filled with love, peace, comfort and thoughts of me.”

16. “Night is silent; night is beautiful; night is calm; night is quiet… But any night is not complete without wishing you good night. Sweet dreams!”

17. “When I lay in bed, I thank my lucky stars that I have you in my life.”

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18. “A million todays and a million tomorrows would never equal the amount of happiness that I have when you’re in my life.”

19. “You are the one thing I love the most in this world. You have given me hope when all I see is darkness.”

20. “The stars are shining, and the wind is blowing. Everything seems still and perfect awaiting for earth’s angel to rest her head on the pillow and close her eyes. Good night!”

21. “Hey! It’s time to go to bed, but I want you to know that I love you and cherish every moment that we spend together.”

22. “I hope it’s not too late to tell you goodnight and that I love you more than anything in this world.”

23. “Fall asleep happy tonight, my love. Know that we are always together in our hearts even when we are separated in the distance.”

24. “Sweet dreams airlines is boarding, and it’s time to meet your captain – ME!”

25. “Quick. It’s time to go to bed. The faster you fall asleep, the faster we can be together in the morning.”

26. “I just woke up realizing that something was missing. Without you by my side, it is so hard to fall asleep.”

27. “You are the light of the world. When I wake up, you are the sun that beams on my face. When I am in bed, you are the light of the moon that creeps in between the shades. I love you.”

28. “You are on my mind so much that I thought I would text you to tell you goodnight, and I love you.”

29. “Every night, God sprinkles a little magic dust on you when you’re sleeping to make you even more beautiful when you wake up.”

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30. “I have never dreamed of you. I can never fall asleep because you’re always on my mind.”

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31. “The night is finally here, and nothing I can do can make me stop thinking of you. I hope your dreams bring you happiness and my thoughts bring you love.”

32. “I was never a religious person until I met you. God sent me an angel to show me that some things are simply unexplainable.”

33. “I’m lying in bed thinking of you. I always thought that my life was going to be planned out; you know, simple and boring. When I met you, my heart skipped a beat, and we’ve been on a rollercoaster ever since.”

34. “Looking at the moon brings a smile to my face. Open your window and look at it too. We’re two souls apart, but looking at the world together.”

35. “Every night I try to stay up later than you, so I can send you a good night text that you’ll see in the morning. I love you, my queen.”

36. “I always want to be the one that says good night first so that you dream of me when your head hits the pillow.”

37. “Good night my love. Today was the best day I have ever had, and tomorrow will be even better because of your love.”

38. “Shhh. Do you hear that? It is my heart crying out to yours, wishing that I could sleep next to you tonight.”

39. “Good night my love. I am so happy that we were able to spend another beautiful day together wrapped up in the love that we share.”

40. “Guess what? I will drop by your place to tell you good night!”

41. “Did you feel that? The world stopped for a minute because I was thinking of you. Good night, beautiful.”

42. “I am not a poet or a man that can easily describe the way he feels, but that changed when I met you. I love you with all of my heart – even if I don’t express it like a scholar.”

43. “I am sitting in my bed looking at your picture, smiling and knowing that you are mine and I am yours. The night will always be perfect as long as we have each other.”

44. “A sweet smile, a contagious laugh, a beautiful voice and a divine scent – all of these words are used to describe you. I would keep going, but you would be up all night. I love you.”

45. “Every night is always the same for me. I go to bed feeling empty inside knowing that another night will pass without being able to hold you in my arms.”

46. “The moon is watching over you tonight, knowing that you are the only one that can make my tides flow.”

47. “I almost ran up to your door and begged your parents to let me stay the night. Is it a crime that I want to see you snuggled up in bed?”

48. “If there was a restaurant that only served the warmth and affection of people, I would be a regular, and my dish would always be you.”

49. “I am half asleep, but I found the energy to send you this text to tell you that you made my day perfect. Sleep well. I love you.”

50. “A bed of clouds couldn’t get me to fall asleep at night without thinking of you. Some things in life are near perfect, and then some things are so perfect that they can only be described as heavenly. You are heavenly my love. Good night.”

51. “I go to bed every night happy yet so sad. I am so happy that I am with you and you’re in my life, yet so sad that you’re far away and I can’t hold you tight.”

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52. “When I go to bed at night, I hug my pillow and imagine that it is you. Good night!”

53. “I never hated night until I met you. Going to bed without the warmth of your touch or the sparkle of your smile is pure torture.”

54. “Hey. I know it is late, but I can’t stop thinking of you. I hope that you have an amazing night with dreams filled with me. I love you. Good night.”

55. “I don’t get to hold you all night. I don’t get to see you as much as I would like. But, I promise you that you’re always close to my heart.”

56. “My world stopped today. While the sun rises and sets, I am stuck in a perpetual fantasy, thinking and dreaming of you the entire time.”

57. “Don’t fret my pet. While you go to sleep, I will be trying to figure out how I can love you even more.”

58. “The night breeze blows through my hair and reminds me of how amazing it is when we’re together. I wish you could be here tonight. I love you.”

59. “The stars in the sky are nothing compared to the way your eyes shine when you look at me. Most men love looking up into the stars at night, but all I want is to look into your eyes and tell you how much I love you.”

60. “You can never blame a good night’s sleep for keeping you up at night. The only thing that keeps me up is the thought of you not by my side.”

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61. “I’m blowing a kiss of my love to say goodnight. I’ll be by your side soon.”

62. “I can’t wait to see you, to touch you tomorrow.”

63. “Nothing is more beautiful to me than you wearing only the moonlight and my kisses.”

64. “I dreamed that I was lying in bed with you last night. We were so close and your skin was hot. I never wanted to wake up. Good night ;)”

65. “I can’t tell you how much I love the way you feel. Have dreams of me tonight!”

66. “I wish moon always be full & bright and you always be cool & right. Whenever you go to switch off the light, Remember that I’m wishing you …Good Night!”

67. “I just got out of the shower. Thinking of you while I was in it. Now I feel more dirty. Have hot dreams of me tonight.”

68. “I can’t stop thinking about your amazing body. I bet you will show it to me in my dreams tonight.”

69. “Every time I think of you I feel naked. Have naughty dreams of me all night.”

70. “Good Night, sleep tight. I will be dreaming of you with all my might.”

71. “I still feel your lips all over me. You are an amazing lover and I will definitely see you in my dreams tonight.”

72. “I’m addicted to your love. I need more of it, honey. Hope you will have as sweet dreams as me.”

73. “I love the way we make love. I hope you will visit me in my dreams tonight.”

74. “My dreams of you dance in my mind like the stars across the sky. My only hope is that as you sleep tonight, you dream of me too.”

75. “I wish I was there to hold you tight, instead of just sending you this loving Good Night.”

76. “It’s cold and lonely in bed without you. I love you.”

77. “A loving good night is not enough. I am longing to be with you.”

78. “Sometimes, there are things that I cannot explain. The first time I was truly stumped was when I realized that my life changed when I met you. All of a sudden it became impossible to sleep.”

79. “Why is it that all of my life I have wanted to be a cop or the president, and now the only thing in the world I want is to close my eyes with you in my arms?”

80. “One day we will be old and boring, but tonight, we are young and vibrant. All I know is that no matter how old I am, you will always be running through my dreams at night. Sweet dreams my love.”

81. “My arms feel so empty and cold without you in them. I think it’s time to go to sleep and dream that you are with me, so I feel whole again. Good night my love.”

82. “You know what? I wish I was your sheets so I could feel you every night.”

83. “I think I should start walking to your house right now. It doesn’t matter how far away we are; I would walk 1000 miles to be with you tonight.”

84. “My dream will come true. I will close my eyes while lying next to you in bed and wake up with you by my side.”

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85. “I’d walk a thousand miles to be with you tonight. Missing you – good night.”

86. “One day I wish my dream would come true and I’d wake up next to you. Till then, Good Night!”

87. “Tonight is beautiful, not because the stars are brighter, but because my love is stronger. Good night my love.”

88. “Tired of messages like: good night, missing you, love you, and so on? Now here’s a new one – Can you smile for me once?”

89. “It´s big, it’s warm, it’s fuzzy. Before you get ideas – it’s a big goodnight HUG from me to you!”

90. “We never get, what we want. We never want what we get. We never have, what we like. We never like, what we have. Still we live; still we love; still we hope. Good night!”

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CUTE GOOD NIGHT MESSAGES FOR YOUR WIFE

91. “My mornings are about thinking how soon the afternoon will arrive. My afternoons are about waiting for evenings to come. My evenings are about running a countdown until the night – all to take a beautiful wife like you in my arms and feeling the warmth of true love. Good night.”

92. “The body recharges itself at night in the warmth of a good night’s sleep. But I sleep so that my heart can recharge itself in the warmth of a beautiful woman who I call my wife. Good night.”

93. “Being married to a beautiful and sexy woman like you was just a dream, that I had when I was single and looking for love. Little did I know that all my dreams would come true with you, the pretty angel sent from the heavens above. I love you, good night.”

94. “Ι wish I wοuld there to hοld you Τight, Ιnstead of saying Τhis loving Good Νight.”

95. “Whether pages of the calendar flip, years pass by, months fly away or night changes into day, my love for you will always stay. Sweet dreams baby, good night.”

96. “I used to hate going to bed at night, thinking that I might not wake up in the morning. Now, I embrace the night because you’re always in my dreams. Good night, my sweet woman.”

97. “I love you. I will be home a little late today, so you’ll be asleep. I will come in and hug you all night long, so you know how much I missed you.”

98. “As harsh as the sun may be during the day, just having you in my arms at night will soothe all the stress away. Good night sweetheart.”

99. “Whether my day at work is good, bad or worst, I always look forward to the night because you quench my heart and soul’s thirst. Good night.”

100. “Days and nights will come and go, but my love for you will forever grow. Don’t worry about the future or the past, because my love for you will forever last. Good night.”