all this talk of the apocalypse makes me want to get married

feeling too shy to blog tonight

winter was invented for having a wife

every time i disappear it's because i needed more time to focus on love

your future wife is waiting for you at the local public library

i hope birds know that they're saving my life every time they sing

i only trust lesbians, cowboys, and god

i love my old iphone and the cobbler and owning one pair of jeans and my lovely lambswool sweater and hand washing all the delicate things and reusing glass jars and worn secondhand books

back in my day it wasn't depression. it was melancholia

why would i trust my phone when it can't even take a good picture of the moon

having breakfast for dinner can save your life btw

the public library is for lovers

just heard that earth is getting a second moon. i guess that's why i've been twice as romantic lately

you're so lovely. i want to sit under an apple tree with you

i love you early bedtime. i love you nighttime routine. i love you herbal tea that makes me sleepy. i love you freshly washed bedsheets. i love you plentiful rest. i love you moonlight on my pillow.

i heard tomorrow is going to be beautiful and full of love

so romantic how you can put fresh herbs, meat, and water in a big pot over low heat and have something very beautiful within a few hours