owning a 12 year old car is great sometimes it’ll make an awful noise and I pat it on the dashboard to calm it down like an aging horse “wooooah easy betsy, eeeeasy there girl” and she kinda nudges her head into my hand knowingly . gods perfect creatures
I want time to be quiet. I want a week where there’s nothing expected of me. I want some light snowfall. I want a home I can rearrange the furniture with every season. To bring friends over to be warmed by the fireplace. I want to paint the walls. I want to curl into you until I feel my hurt fall asleep. I want to pluck rosemary from the windowsill. I want to feel comfort again. I want so much space in my heart for the light to fill.
I reject the idea that kindness and gentleness and love needs to involve a bunch of gentle flowery language
I help you move, I bake you a pie, I sit next to you on purpose. How are you not getting the message yet? What do you want? A love poem? I don’t know how to write those. Here, take this rock. It’s your favorite color.
One of my dad’s close friends reads online newspapers constantly and he always texts my dad articles that he thinks that he would enjoy. Where’s the romanticization of that kind of behavior?
