The cake was beautiful,
I cried the whole way home.
trying on a metaphor

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The cake was beautiful,
I cried the whole way home.
I want to be alone in the woods with you.
I want to drink my coffee every morning on a porch that we built.
I want to have our friends and family come for the holidays and sit around our long table eating food that I doted over for days prior.
I want our dogs and the cat to sleep in a pile by our fireplace
I want us to sleep in the pile too.
One day we will add a baby to the pile, and it’ll sleep on my chest and you’ll kiss my face and we will talk about how lucky we are.
I want a home so filled with love that we get to send some home with everyone that visits. I’m so happy you want that too.
Soft photographed by Mark Borthwick, Vogue Italia February 1997
かなしみによりそってくれるふうせん 柔らかな静電気の熱で慰めてくれる
In the city
take a breather.
Tekkonkinkreet (2006) Directed by Michael Arias
you get a new haircut and i don’t want to shave my legs. if you want to have a romance, you need to be part of a romance. in some countries, it is illegal to desire a body on your body. in my country, it depends who you look like. you were not a good kisser but i loved you enough for your fault lines. in some places, it’s the same earthquake, and our land is still quivering. you want me to show you my tattoo? it didn’t hurt when i got it, or if it did, at least it was the kind of pain that made sense. if love hurts, does that mean it’s growing or dying? in some languages, that’s the same thing. am i speaking clearly? if you can hear me, do me this kindness: listen to me.
Yena Sharma Purmasir, “reconstruction” (via fly-underground)
take a breather.
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