I'm Laala and I'm 22 years old. This is mainly a book blog: reviews, photographs, quotes. I also post anything that tickles my fancy.
Reach me at distantheartbeats@gmail.com.
I'm the founder and editor in chief of an online literary magazine, Write Me a Metaphor. I'm also a poet, and you can buy my book on Amazon.
My other tumblrs: Discourse on Life | A Burst of Colour | One Door to Another.
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~ Tuesday, May 8 ~
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Giving a friend dating advice

  • Me: Make sure you don't do your usual shtick.
  • Him: What's my usual shtick?
  • Me: You know, you go out with the guy, and pretty soon you're treating him like a friend, he thinks that's where your head is at, and suddenly it's not a date anymore.
  • Him: Okay, maybe I occasionally do that. How should I act, then?
  • Me: Make it clear it's a date from the get-go. Tell him he looks good, maybe grab his hand when you two are walking.
  • Him: Woah, woah. Grab his hand? That's a bit much.
  • Me: Mounting him in the street is a bit much. Taking his fucking hand is not. Just be forward! You asked him out and it worked.
  • Him: That's true. So what you're saying is I should act like a self-confident, arrogant bastard, and only then will I achieve the level regular folks are at?
  • Me: That's exactly what I'm saying.
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~ Friday, May 4 ~
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I’m endeavoring to do a biblical drag show as my final project.
— Sometimes I just really, really love my friends. This one in particular, he’s a keeper.
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~ Thursday, May 3 ~
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~ Tuesday, March 6 ~
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About a year ago, on a random afternoon, a friend and I were hanging out. I’d put some music on in the background, and every now and again we’d go quiet and just sit and listen to it. Part of the playlist was Okkervil River’s A Stone (an absolute favourite of mine). I explained to him the personal significance of the song for me, and I told him how much I loved its closing lines.

And I think that I know the bitter dismay of a lover who brought fresh bouquets every day when she turned him away to remember some knave who once gave just one rose, one day, years ago.

I don’t really want to harp on about why I love it, because it’s personal and I think it’s a pretty beautiful sentiment without any explanation necessary. A few days ago, he made the trek over from the US (he’s from there, he’d just been living here last year for his junior year abroad) to spend his spring break here. He’d brought me a couple of things, and one things was this paper rose, and said, “You once played me a song and told me that the man you would want to be with would need to understand the sentiment and meaning of a single rose.” I’d forgotten the conversation until he mentioned it, although the sentiment was still very much true.
Sometimes people can be absolutely mesmerising.

About a year ago, on a random afternoon, a friend and I were hanging out. I’d put some music on in the background, and every now and again we’d go quiet and just sit and listen to it. Part of the playlist was Okkervil River’s A Stone (an absolute favourite of mine). I explained to him the personal significance of the song for me, and I told him how much I loved its closing lines.

And I think that I know the bitter dismay
of a lover who brought fresh bouquets every day
when she turned him away to remember some knave
who once gave just one rose, one day, years ago.

I don’t really want to harp on about why I love it, because it’s personal and I think it’s a pretty beautiful sentiment without any explanation necessary. A few days ago, he made the trek over from the US (he’s from there, he’d just been living here last year for his junior year abroad) to spend his spring break here. He’d brought me a couple of things, and one things was this paper rose, and said, “You once played me a song and told me that the man you would want to be with would need to understand the sentiment and meaning of a single rose.” I’d forgotten the conversation until he mentioned it, although the sentiment was still very much true.

Sometimes people can be absolutely mesmerising.

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~ Monday, January 16 ~
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Last Night:

  • Him: You're holding me hostage! I need to go home!
  • Me: I am not holding you hostage! Go, flee.
  • Him: Damn you and your combination of good conversation and brownies.
  • Me: Next time, I'll let you starve.
  • Him: Don't you dare.
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~ Thursday, January 12 ~
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As my (uni) friends and I have been discussing what the hell to do with our lives once we graduate this year, I find it incredibly, incredibly amusing to know that among my closest friends who have graduated (English unis are three years, Scottish ones four), I can count:

  • a part-time professional boxer
  • a professional golfer
  • a drummer (with a side job teaching music theory)
  • a teacher of English in Tokyo 
  • a teacher of Korean in the Ukraine
  • a banker
  • a lawyer
  • a publicist

Not to mention the “normal” jobs in shops and offices, as well as the fair few who are doing postgrad. It’s just absolutely baffling to me that we’re all old enough to be starting our careers (IT IS NOT OKAY! I’M NOT READY!), and just the bizarre choices some of my friends have made. Got to say though, I love it.

Also, I had a really awful migraine this morning to I missed my exam and spent most of the day in bed, but had to venture out in the late afternoon to prove to the uni that I wasn’t lying about being ill. On the way home I popped into Tesco to buy a few things. I definitely wasn’t in a good mood because I still had a throbbing head and I could barely keep my eyes open, but I feel like people were being deliberately stupid today. Especially two girls standing behind me in the queue for the cashier. 

Also, tumblr informs me this is my 3,500th post. I can’t even begin to comprehend that.

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~ Wednesday, September 7 ~
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“See, he’s her lobster!”

“See, he’s her lobster!”

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~ Tuesday, June 28 ~
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~ Thursday, June 9 ~
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GPOY. I just know I’m going to put my foot in my mouth tonight. 

GPOY. I just know I’m going to put my foot in my mouth tonight. 

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