Study nature, love nature, stay close to nature. It will never fail you. -Frank Lloyd Wright

It’s Monday,
and your hair is messy.
You haphazardly put on your jeans and shirt
as you moan about the day of the week -
and I love you.

It’s Tuesday,
and you’re stumbling your way around the room,
trying to sort out the things you have to do.
You stop to briefly kiss the freckles on my nose,
asking me about my day -
and I love you.

It’s Wednesday,
and you’re quietly sprawled on the couch.
You pat the spot next to you and pepper kisses on my hair
because it’s my least favorite day of the week (and you know it) -
and I love you.

It’s Thursday,
and you’re wondering what the weekend will bring,
but you’re still moaning about how
the week is going by too slow for your tastes -
and I love you.

It’s Friday,
and I’m surrounded by DVDs and snacks
you’ve prepared when I was gone.
You welcome me with blankets and warmth from your arms -
and I love you.

It’s Saturday,
and you’re feeling lazy.
You won’t let me leave your arms
(or is it the other way around?)
So you tuck me under your chin as we both wonder
how much time we have left
before sleep makes us miss each other’s faces -
and I love you.

It’s Sunday,
and there’s nothing much to say but
I love you.

No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it’s not the same river and he’s not the same man.

(Source: cinoh)

I get unreasonably upset and cranky when someone uses something I perceive as mine. The green striped mug I bought myself while shopping with my sister from another mister, my blue breakfast bowl, etc. I think it’s partly that I find the continuity of using the same things every day very comforting. Knowing that no matter what the day may bring I can know that breakfast will be staring up at me from my beautiful blue bowl.

The same possessiveness applies to Jack’s things. I feel like no one has a right to use his Mr Happy mug or the one I decorated with quotes for him.

This is a whole different story if I offer you the use of one of my things. Like if I make you a coffee in my coffee pot and pour it into my favourite mug it means I love you a lot right now.

(Source: larstheyeti)

uberfaenatic:

If you don’t have room for a mustache-wearing Meryl Streep on your blog, I don’t want to know you.

uberfaenatic:

If you don’t have room for a mustache-wearing Meryl Streep on your blog, I don’t want to know you.

(Source: funkes)


i wanna know you better than the back of my hand,  and what keeps you up at 2am.
i wanna know what song has been stuck in your head, and how you’d look in my bed.
i wanna know what words are on the tip of your tongue, and hear about your dreams, even when you have none.
i wanna know what brings tears to your eyes, and what your face would look like if i kissed the inside of your thighs.
i wanna know how you like your coffee in the morning, and how cute you look when you’re snoring.
i wanna know you better.
k.g.

i wanna know you better than the back of my hand,  and what keeps you up at 2am.

i wanna know what song has been stuck in your head, and how you’d look in my bed.

i wanna know what words are on the tip of your tongue, and hear about your dreams, even when you have none.

i wanna know what brings tears to your eyes, and what your face would look like if i kissed the inside of your thighs.

i wanna know how you like your coffee in the morning, and how cute you look when you’re snoring.

i wanna know you better.

k.g.

(Source: ka-hoo-na)