I’ve taken notice to a certain type of people, people with a certain thing, but I’ve never been able to describe what it is. I’m currently reading a book called Special Topics in Calamity Physics, by Marisha Pessl, and in it, there’s the perfect description. I understand that I sound really fucking vague, but trust me, you’ll get it when you read it. I’ll write the passage here, but it may be ruined a little, since I’m not reading it in english and have to give a half-ass translation. Anyhow, here it is:
He smiled at me. I thought he would be a headless freak, but to my great surprise, he was a Goodnight Moon (Brown, 1947). A goodnightmoon has bedroom eyes, shadowed eyelids, a smile like a hammock and a silvershimmery, sleepy look that most people only possess during a few minutes before falling asleep, but that goodnightmoons have from morning to evening and a good while into the night. Both men and women can be goodnightmoons and they are adored by all. Even teachers worship them. Teachers always turn to a goodnightmoon when they’re asking a question and despite the fact that they get drowsy, completely incorrect answers, they say “Oh, wonderful” and bend and twist the answers like a thin steele wire until they start sounding like something brilliant.
An excerpt from Special Topics in Calamity Physics, by Marisha Pessl.
(I’ll write more about the book when I’m finished reading it, although I’m enjoying it quite thoroughly at the moment as well. You should read it.)
This is so fucking convenient, I now have a name for them. A perfect example of a goodnightmoon is Ian Somerhalder, he’s not the most…lively(?) man on the planet, though he seems very intelligent, but you still hang on to his every word when you see him getting interviewed. I mean, have you seen his eyes? I got talked into giving Vampire diaries a chance, soley by seeing those eyes. And even though pictures suffice (actually, that’s an understatement), you have to see him in action to witness the full effect. A classic goodnightmoon.
Tune of the day, with the same drowsy, enchanting feel as the archtype goodnightmoon (mentioned above):
Death Cab For Cutie – Transatlanticism
Yeah, so uhm…I’ll write later, I guess.