big spoon// little spoon
i’m so lame// i make it a point to listen to...
GOD mother-fucking DAMMIT— I forgot that I was cooking garlic rice on the stove, so now it looks like garlic rice crack-rock.
Laying in bed with Saintseneca whispering sweet nothings from my turntable. Falling asleep at a decent hour is looking like a failure at this point— partly because baby is sleeping at his house tonight, and because I can’t stop thinking about our fishing trip tomorrow. Our motor scooters were supposed to come in today, however, due to some shipping difficulties, they won’t be...
Don’t tell me— people are going to start ‘falling in love with’ and eloping with people they meet on instagram, or some shit. As if falling in love with people you’ve never met, over tumblr or Facebook isn’t creepy and dysfunctional enough. How would you go about answering ‘mom, dad, how do you guys meet?’
Steamers, homemade lobster bisque, Irish soda bread and absinthe. Loving in the kitchen.
All things posi in a matter of two days// - woke up to more money in my checking account, than I know what to do with - spent an evening on a roof during a lightening storm, catching up with two friends - spent this evening in providence with a friend— OD’d on falafel - bought the newest saintseneca album, and a godspeed you black emperor album, on vinyl! - officially booked...
I received your letter today, I don’t think I could be any happier. You are okay, perfectly safe— that is all that matter// all that has ever mattered. Yeah, that whole head-over-heals stuff again.