It was two years ago next month—one year, 11 months, 12 days, and 22 hours from where I’m sitting, on an oversized cushion, squashed into an unforgiving, 50 degree floor. My feet are propped up and sockless. I know the windows are shut, as I’ve crossed the living room three times now to double check. A breeze still finds it’s way across my ankles. It’s interesting how much more alone we feel during the fall. Outside, my semi-heated apartment, I can see the earth beginning to tuck in, previously unwavering oaks tumbling into the folds of Her skin. I suppose we all need a blanket to shield us from the cold.
You’re now allowed to puke from all the cute.
I miss you already.
-Little Green Cars
Look out. I can make gifs now. But only really gay ones.
"I love watching you in slow motion. I can catch a glimpse of your mannerisms; I watch as a new thought forms and spreads across your face, I can see the beginning of a smile, but do you know what my favourite thing is? I love watching your lips move over my name, the way your tongue licks them after as if mine is the only one you’ve ever wanted to say."
"The heart is not like a box that gets filled up; it expands in size the more you love."
Her (dir. Spike Jonze, 2013)
(Source: cerejeiro, via lostttandfounddd)