June 2012
what amazes me the most is that everything on this planet is composed of material from stars that have died before us
your treasured copy of your favourite book with the dog-eared pages? with the worn spine and old book smell? stardust
the child that a proud mum holds in her arms for the very first time? stardust
gardens- overflowing with flowers and life and spilling over with colour? stardust
that always blows me away
Thinking of Quentin Tarantino
(I hope so)
you tried
You know what's kind of beautiful?
In French, you don’t really say “I miss you.” You say “tu me manques,” which is closer to “you are missing from me.”
I love that. “You are missing from me.” You are a part of me, you are essential to my being. You are like a limb, or an organ, or blood. I cannot function without you.
- Me: Can we party later on?
- Him: No.
I GET TO GO TO BOSTON FOR MY BEST FRIEND’S BIRTHDAY.
Frozen raspberries and unsweetened coconut milk. Oh my god.
