Cause life imitates art

Casual intimacy is my favourite thing in the entire world. A tiny touch on your back in crowded areas. They're sitting across the table and give each other a light kick. A head on the shoulder, a hand in your hand, or a squeeze on the arm as they pass by. And I believe that perhaps love is composed of the simple things rather than large gestures or explosive shows. The small gestures that convey concern and presence and that there is no need to consider them since casual intimacy just naturally arises because of how deeply your life has been entwined with mine. The little things that say I am here and I care for you.

drink your coffee. read your books. it's chaos out there.

thinking about sam gamgee and how he was just a little guy, a gardener and an average citizen, who saw his friend and the world in need and didn't even hesitate to march into hell for them. I'm going to mordor alone sam yes sir and I'm going with you. he said don't you abandon him samwise gamgee and i don't plan to. it's your sam don't you know your sam. it's only a passing thing this shadow. there's some good in this world mr frodo and it's worth fighting for. tell me about samwise the brave frodo wouldn't have gotten very far without sam. dont leave me here alone don't go where i cant follow you. I can't carry it for you but i can carry you.

soon it will be autumn, and i'll have a cup of warm tea, an old, unread book with crinkled pages, and the leaves would be a beautiful shade. everything would be alright again.