I am small....put me in your purse...take me home
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I am small....put me in your purse...take me home
because i love you like that. lining the baking sheet to make cookies for your parents. putting aside a cutting of my spider plant since your friend mentioned he might want one. dressed up today even though i only am gonna see you.
not good at other stuff. brain like a blender. once actually i told my mom that it's like riding a surfboard through a tornado: no matter how many flowers i plant, i find the storm coming again on the horizon, whipping up my past into my present. everything becomes a cyclone in a moment. don't know if i did my taxes right; forgot to pack my hairbrush. i'm always forgetting something, actually. rarely ever do i get my work done 100% right; there's always a double-space or a missed comma. not your dog in a fight, i'd probably cry.
but i love you like i wrote you a poem at three in the morning. i love you like your favorite brand of gingerale is always stocked. i made sure to get the pickles you like too; even though i never remember to offer. i love you like your birthday isn't even for another month and i've already made three alternative plans (weather permitting); your gift's already wrapped in a corner.
love you like: give me the wheel i'll drive, you look tired. like: actually yeah why don't you play music, your taste is better. like: you go take a nap, i got this. like: let me make you dinner. like: i already organized everything, it's set to go whenever. like: let me carry that. like: if there's something i can do to make your life better today, i'm going to do it, always. like: okay i lied i did want the last few bites but you were so hungry and this sacrifice is an honor.
giggling and with your hair in a fan on my pillow, you told me that you're going to build me the house of my dreams. low voice, glowing like a moonbeam. angel girl. foxkit. sole proprietor of my heart: my home is wherever you're gonna be.
Tom Killion(American, b.1953)
Big Sur Spring Sunset woodcut print 18.5x13.75 via more
Tom Killion(American, b.1953)
woodcut print via more
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Jenny Slate, Little Weirds
by mopsy1120
breakfasts from the last couple weeks…lots of apples and eggs and jam and yogurt
“The truth is, unless you let go, unless you forgive yourself, unless you forgive the situation, unless you realize that the situation is over, you cannot move forward.”
— Steve Maraboli
not sure if ive posted any of these, but some pretty sunny breakfasts. really into fried eggs again