and of your etcetera

[saader]

This is a love story.

[ofyour-etcetera]

[ofyour-etcetera]

Terrible timing and patchwork hearts

~ Our artistry.

[floralls]

by Katarzyna Rojek

[ofyour-etcetera]

[iglovequotes]

https://iglovequotes.net/

[roy-kent]

💖💖💖

[bubbe--hollzy]

“This is a love story.”

I called it at the start of the series. The love story she meant was FB and Claire.

[justgotplurbed]

sister love^^ frozen parallel

[ofyour-etcetera]

[ofyour-etcetera]

Day 29

The empty bedside table next to me feels like some sort of statement. “Here I am world. An adult. With two bedside tables and no one to fill the second one. This is what I chose, this 22 year old, manageable job, quiet night, empty bedside table, life.”

Not that I liked the clutter of his bedside table before. That pile of madness, books; bought and unread, letters unopened and an assortment of bits and pieces in various states of undone. Perhaps that’s all how he felt in that room though - there but chaotic and half done. We both felt that some days, I think. It was never ours.

But this place is mine. Freshly moved in with only traces of him in the empty bedside table and on the frame his mother gave me. Traces of a life built mostly together then pulled mostly apart.

The mostly part is the seeing each other still “as friends” for sex and wine and a dissection of our two and a half years. How we fought and lost and won and ultimately realised it wasn’t the hill we wanted to die fighting for.

So with the silent fight called to a truce and the constant chatter of a life together scattered to two houses here I am. Still without a bedside lamp, typing in the dark and more aware than ever of that clock beside me. Counting away, clicking fast to a life that seems ground to a halt.

[eurekaetcetera]

my sweet old etcetera

my sweet old etcetera aunt lucy during the recent

war could and what is more did tell you just what everybody was fighting

for, my sister

Isabel created hundreds (and hundreds) of socks not to mention fleaproof earwarmers etcetera wristers etcetera, my mother hoped that

i would die etcetera bravely of course my father used to become hoarse talking about how it was a privilege and if only he could meanwhile my

self etcetera lay quietly in the deep mud etcetera

(dreaming, etcetera, of Your smile eyes knees and of your Etcetera)

- e.e. cummings

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[colinfirthdaily]

Elle Magazine, March 2015 - photo by Robert Harper (x)

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