Every day, a vacation
The vacation of everyday.
I found you and loved you and all the world was mine
my alcohol, like my clothing, is so heavily dictated by the weather.
You want and you can. And then you have.
I see now, he says, everything as flowers, the tendency of all things to...
The tiniest twigs, no bigger than a tomtit’s claw, are spangled with an...– Stendhal, On Love
the craziest, most conflicted motherfuckers have...
Mine is a perfect love, soft to the touch but so hot, hard, and dense at its...– G. Jackson
I got a love jones…
unwieldy, Huế. the way I felt, the way the night felt, the way that summer felt.
blessed are we for small moments without worry on streets swimming with thick air kissing our bare shoulders and blessed are we for the heat that crawls up the small of our backs from the blessed are we falling in love in instances, instantly, rarely, always in a lifetime just a moment without constraint to stare widely, taste deeply.
orange hinted coffee with rosemary olive oil cake laced with dark chocolate