"My favorite days are, selfishly, the ones we decide to let slip away while we’re together in bed. On these occasions, with the warmth of the sun on our faces and music in our ears, the bed is our sanctuary; the floor, the bathroom, the kitchen, the outside world are all reminders of a reality we don’t want to admit exists. So we stay in bed, our white sheet island, as long as we can, as if our departure from it would mean we’d lose the magical feeling forever. When we are forced to make trips to be bathroom, we do it in haste and sprint back to bed; when we become hungry, we hurry to prepare something in the kitchen so we can bring it back to eat on the bed; and then, after eating, we set the dirty plates on the floor, because once they are there, they don’t exist for us anymore."
-isn’t it pretty to think so?
9:49 pm • 24 March 2013
If you could wrap me up if your arms, without an ounce of selfishness in it.
9:17 pm • 24 March 2013
Words, Wide Night
Somewhere on the other side of this wide night
And the distance between us, I am thinking of you
The room is turning slowly away from the moon
I close my eyes
And imagine the dark hills I would have to cross to reach you
For I am in love with you
And this is what it is like or what it is like in words.
3am. Learning, trying, and making amends, no matter how hard the situation is.
3:01 am • 20 March 2013
One thing I’ve learnt in my 20s, a real relationship has fights, trust, faith, tears, hurt, laughter and weird, stupid, unnecessary arguments. Commitment doesn’t mean sticking to one person forever, it means keeping a relationship with someone even though you have lots of options.
8:20 pm • 2 March 2013