When I was a baby I was given a bracelet made of 24 karat gold, it was so small it only fit my wrist until I was 7 or 8. I think I was given it at my christening, but I don't know for sure. I just know I was given it long before I... Continue Reading →
All the wrong men tell me I am beautiful.
I have been thinking a lot about my body, which isn’t always a good thing. I feel like maybe there is too much of it, like I should exercise more. Like I should whittle it away. I met another American girl today and she was sort of terrible and fantastic, she sat on the grass... Continue Reading →
Hiding in Plain Sight
If you've been thinking about kissing me or dreaming about bedding me,I regret to inform you that you have missed your chance.This is the last call before I go off the market for a while. You don't have to go home, but you can’t stay here. (The mornings are better when they start with your smile)... Continue Reading →
Ein Liebesbrief
Die Frage ist immer "Warum Wien?" und meine Antwort ist immer, "Ich bin hier für Liebe umgezogen, und ich bin auch hier für Liebe geblieben" Aber, meine erste Antwort ist natürlich, "Warum nicht Wien?" Ich habe mich auf den ersten Blick in diese Stadt verliebt. Vorher, habe ich noch nicht so ein Gefühl gehabt, wie... Continue Reading →
“Somewhen” in Spain
The coffee maker is going and it's just before 9. None of the lights are turned on in the apartment. It's actually the espresso pot that is going, but there is an automatic coffee maker on the counter and beneath it sits a pink "I [heart] NY" mug. F. is still sleeping. His mother is... Continue Reading →
Quotes from last night:
“I feel for your wife. Austrian men are…difficult. Their heads are full of cement but their hearts are full of song. You just have to break through the bricks to get to the music.” … “That’s such a good line…I call shotgun. Okay fine, I can’t steal it, but you have five years to use... Continue Reading →
I was standing in the backyard in the rain. He walked out onto the grass without his shoes on, getting his socks wet, but I told myself we were still just friends.
I would like to be loved in a way that feels like something worthy of the occult. Not as in a sanitized American fairy tale: like in the German version with all the blood and guts and bureaucracy. With a twisted but vaguely happy ending. I want to be loved in a way that's worth... Continue Reading →
Some Small Musings From the Past Few Weeks
"Love is a lost & found box. It's an exercise in finding a home for your heart, of letting it be stolen sometimes, and more often than not, of admitting that your wife was right." … “He knows how to pick a bottle of wine. We drank a red with legs like a Raymond Chandler... Continue Reading →
Alessandra Ranelli 