February 2011
20 posts
I’ve never had such a ridiculously lovely Valentine’s Day.
I’m so so lucky.
Thank you.
And get well, please. You’re like a little boy when you’re ill; all fret and fever. I want, so much, to just click my fingers and make you feel okay. I’ll work on it.
xo
“Don’t talk of love,
well, I’ve heard the word before;
it’s sleeping in my...”
– Paul Simon, I Am A Rock, 1965. (via redrosespeedway)
sleepyshelby:
Stand in the evening light until you become transparent or until you fall asleep. 1961 Summer
At some point, how I feel right now has been felt by someone else.
And I dislike that that is always the case.
“I wonder how many people I’ve looked at all my life and never seen.”
– John Steinbeck (via lovedamagesyourhealth)
You’re always looking at me.
I fall asleep to it and I wake to it.
What are you thinking? What is it about my face that you need to memorise? I’m not so flighty that you must learn my features in case I leave you the next day and don’t come back.
I’m not so flighty.
Do you know what I do when you’re sleeping?
I tell you that I love you.
