sea monster pictures and cuddling o’er covers
car CD mixes and loving Land Rovers
reading together, a space shuttle ring…
you are my very most favorite thing
has anyone named a racehorse “Suckstobeyou”?
still crying. a little bit because Jake’s laptop is like a faithful pet and he’s giving it away :’) :’(
I mean he just sang this to me soulfully and I have ceased to can.
when we buy our warehouse and convert it into a giant live/work space with living room parking and hanging rooms, Jake is going to make my office/room into a small chain-suspended version of Belle’s library in Beauty and the Beast
am I crazy for letting three little emoji make me so happy? probably. whatever. <3
we move so fluidly together, even when we start and stop and stumble.
at the end of the day, you are something to be happy about.
running on empty doesn’t change who you are, as a whole, even when you’re fraying.
come, my love, we are what we have.
today is Jake’s birthday and I just have to gush about him for a second.
do you know what he did yesterday? the day before his birthday? bought me another present. the turd. the handsome, lovable turd.
he’s been so good about containing his (ridiculous amount of) stress around me without repressing it or refusing to talk about it. I’m used to people getting grouchy at me when they’re actually grouchy at other things but he’s unbelievably sweet to me always.
my mom asked for his email so she could wish him a happy birthday and asked what age he was turning and I was like “31” and she was so flabbergasted. I always forget that’s weird to some people, because he’s so ageless. not immature, not obnoxiously grown-up, but really ageless. he can make someone of any age feel completely at ease without making them think he’s stooping to their level. he genuinely wants to connect with people – even while he’s as excited about being generally reclusive as I am.
tl;dr: he’s my perfect man. happy birthday, love of my life. <3
shit week, especially for Jake. between family drama and some rather shady betrayal, he’s been beaten down rather hardcore.
so today I get a text: “I got a present for you.”
no reason, no explanation, just spending his lunch money on a book he thought I would enjoy.