September 2011
14 posts
So many plans for when I get my own apartment.
newstormforoldlovers:
Wake up. Have sex. Make breakfast. Have sex. Go to work & wish I was home. Come home. Have a snack Have sex. Watch tv. Get distracted by sex. Continue having sex. Take a shower. Have sex in the shower. Cook dinner. Have sex. Go to sleep.
if only. -____-
PRETTY MUCH.
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Sonnet XVII - Pablo Neruda
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body. I love you...
carissaignacia:
let it go- the smashed word broken open vow or the oath cracked length wise- let it go it was sworn to go let them go- the truthful liars and the false fair friends and the boths and neithers- you must let them go they were born to go let all go- the big small middling tall bigger really the biggest and all things- let all go dear so comes love. -e.e. cummings
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This weekend:
Another yummy weekend with babe.
Saturday: Chris cooking me breakfast + nutella and pancakes + super taco for horchata and burritos + animal shelter + falling in love with every single kitty and puppy + pit/lab mix = the love of my life + secret sidewalk + picnic + “in september drinking horchata dalalalala” + blasting mumford&sons, modest mouse, and local natives while walking...
“Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.”
– William Shakespeare
