i love pretending gnocchi are lil grubs
fruit-infused water in a cup with a straw
ahahaha thank you Microsoft for approving my pole as a reimbursable health item
Lately I’ve been spending a good part of nearly every day thinking about love. Romantic love. The kind of love that involves french kissing and mix tapes and spooning in New York City in the summer when it’s by most people’s standards too disgustingly humid to spoon. The kind of love you wanna bring home to your grandma and say, “Grandma, look at this love! Just look at this LOVE!” Lately I’ve been thinking about who I want to love, and how I want to love, and why I want to love the way I want to love, and what I need to learn to love that way, and who I need to become to become the kind of love I want to be…….and when I break it all down, when I whittle it into a single breath, it essentially comes out like this: Before I die, I want to be somebody’s favorite hiding place, the place they can put everything they know they need to survive, every secret, every solitude, every nervous prayer, and be absolutely certain I will keep it safe. I will keep it safe.
Andrea Gibson, Bone Burying (via swingerofbirchesidreamtobe)
Shibboleth LaBeouf
(via dynamoe)
Jake and I play this game called Curious Panda, which basically involves asking questions of various importance and answering them with full disclosure and honesty. we take turns asking and answering, and it’s kind of the best, because it keeps us in constant, interesting communication.
today I asked him what he thought our couple motto was. his answer was perfect.
“why the fuck not!”
if that doesn’t sum us up, I don’t know what does.
<3