a Sunday drive

in all the world

one of my most favourite things IN ALL THE WORLD is when you spend so long in the bath your finger tips turn into wrinkly raisins x

goodnight

sometimes i like to fall asleep mid-sentence with my hand on your heart and your lips on my forehead.

i have found only one very small good thing about you working nights... i get to sleep in the side of the bed i have warmed up.

Then, shaken, her heart strangely stirred, her mind chaotic, she walked slowly homeward.

from Taken at the Flood by Agatha Christie, p.82

night lights in the city

i love christmas. i love twinkling lights, tinsel, santa telephone boxes, warm night air, and slow walks through the city.

kisses and picnics in the afternoon

on love

by brian andreas

found here and here

i love wellington

as for you, you'd forget me

I have a strange feeling with regard to you, as if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs tightly knotted to a similar string in you. And if you were to leave, I'm afraid that cord of communion would snap and I've a notion that I'd take to bleeding inwardly.

Mr. Edward Rochester

a sunday afternoon date date x

Yesterday, we spent the afternoon together on a slightly rambling drive out to Plimmerton. While we were there I discovered that I love Plimmerton and we both love pizza. I especially love pizza at The Big Salami corner pizzeria. It says it serves " the best pizza in the world!' and I have to agree. Even the garlic bread was a bit special, all cruchy on the outside and deliciously buttery on the inside.
It was amazing.

The Big Meat pizza and garlic bread.

i got a love that keeps me waiting

i've never really hoped for time to pass quickly, not like this anyway. i know i'm going to have a whole lot of nights when i cry myself to sleep and i'm not looking forward to it. i'm so proud of him and i know that even though this is hard, it will be good. so good, later. but right now i just want it to be november. and i want a hug. it's almost the end of day one and oh god how i can't wait for it to finish.

strange exotic strangeness

earlier in the year a good friend of mine went on holiday to Bali and came back with two little parcels of coffee for me. one was organic coffee and the other had a few spices mixed in. after only a very little while i came to the conclusion that Balinese coffee is rather strange. it sort of doesn't quite mix together with water and the fine grounds form a thick mud in the bottom of your cup, if your not vigilant this can be accidentally consumed too. Even more strangely... I became very fond of it's unusual flavor. I was just brewing local Peoples coffee in the plunger (and i love Peoples coffee because it is super delicious) but i still felt a bit sad and missed my strange spicy coffee.

found

words for today. and the rest of my life. found here.

home is whenever i'm with you

there's a band practicing this upstairs in the tea gardens. i caught a few notes of it walking by and it makes me want to go run around in a field for the rest of the afternoon.

sleeping in the little blue caravan

He was part of my dream, of course - but then I was part of his dream, too.

from Through the Looking-Glass by Lewis Carroll

a milkshake date

i love denial. today was unbelievably wet so we drove out to a lovely spot named scorching bay. we drank coffee and snickers bar milkshakes while taking in a beautiful view of a very wet beach. this is summer? it's lucky i quite like rainy days. and we had a hilarious time driving home making waves through the flooded streets of Seatoun.

a little joy in the familiar

i recognized your voice by the sound of your laugh.

a rainy sunday morning in the beginning of summer

this morning we enjoyed breakfast together. milky coffee and thick warm waffles covered in dark cheeries, whipped cream and maple syrup.

twenty six oh no!

a little bunch of flowers from the garden and all tied together with a rubber band.