“We felt the imprisonment of being a girl, the way it made your mind active and dreamy, and how you ended up knowing which colors went together. We knew that the girls were our twins, that we all existed in space like animals with identical skins, and that they knew everything about us though we couldn’t fathom them at all. We knew, finally, that the girls were really women in disguise, that they understood love and even death, and that our job was merely to create the noise that seemed to fascinate them.”—The Virgin Suicides by Jeffrey Eugenides
We called again next day, at the same time, and were answered on the first ring. We waited a moment for safety’s sake, then proceeded with the plan we’d devised the night before. Holding the phone to one of Mr. Larson’s speakers, we played the song which most thoroughly communicated our feelings to the Lisbon girls…
…We played it into the phone, and then Chase Buell gave our number and we hung up.
“The only way we could feel close to the girls was through these impossible excursions, which have scarred us forever, making us happier with dreams than wives.”—The Virgin Suicides, by Jeffrey Eugenides (via blackmarksonwhitepaper)
“Other times she treated the act like some small chore, positioning the boys, undoing zippers and buckles with the weariness of a checkout girl. She oscillated wildly in her contraceptive vigilance. Some reported her administering complex procedures, inserting three or four jellies or creams at once, topping them off with a white spermicide she referred to as “the cream cheese.” Occasionally she sufficed with her “Australian method,” which involved shaking up a Coke bottle and hosing down her insides. In stricter moods she laid down her catch-phrase ultimatum: “No erection without protection.” Often she used sanitized pharmaceutical products; other times, presumably cut off by Mrs. Lisbon’s blockade, she fell back on the ingenious methods devised by midwives in centuries past. Vinegar proved useful, as did tomato juice. Love’s tiny seacraft foundered in acidic seas. Lux kept an assortment of bottles, as well as one foul rag, behind the chimney. Nine months later, when the roofers hired by the new young couple found the bottles, they called down to the young wife, “Looks like somebody was having salad up here.”—The Virgin Suicides (Jeffrey Eugenides)
Yours is the ONLY blog where EVERY post cuts straight to the very heart of me inside! I ADORE Sofia Coppola & the Virgin Suicides! <3 Your blog is simply my most favorite & I rarely reblog you cos if I start, I will have to reblog it ALL! & then you will hate me cos I will just have a copy blog. Haha Thank you for never NOT inspiring me with your posts. The End. LOVE.
This made me smile a lot =’)! Thank you for such a lovely comment. You could always queue my posts lol, just kidding. You’re extremely welcome. You all inspire me to reblog and post things. Thanks <3