my bed gets sick of your body, like the moon gets sick of stars.– anarbor
There was this book I read and loved, the story of a ship. who sailed around the world and found, that nothing else exists; beyond his own two sails, and wooden shell, and what is held within. All else is sure to pass, we clutch and grasp, and debate what’s truly permanent. But when the wind starts to shift, there’s no argument.
i feel rather lightheaded and foolish in your presence, and i don’t think...– atonement
and i’m glad you got away, but i’m still stuck out here.– bright eyes
i just looked down at my claddagh ring and noticed it was facing me and remembered denis taking it off my finger at six am on new years eve and saying “you’re in love with me tonight”, right before he made me tell him a bedtime story, sleep sandwiched in the middle of him and jp, and steal all my blankets. this was just a nice moment and i felt the need to write about it so i...
so this is the new year...
2008, what can i say. i’m sad to see you go, but so excited for 2009!