Whenever I feel like I put too much effort into cleaning, I remind myself that when my brother was around 5 or 6, he would go to friends’ houses for their birthday parties and spend the entire party cleaning up the other kid’s bedroom.
I laughed way too hard at this.
I spent the evening cuddling with a sweet chick,
kissing and stroking a gorgeous redhead,
and not letting anything get my goat.
Earth is looking quite lovely today.
Guess what? I’m not a robot.
I stood under the blood moon, in the cold, for 20 minutes last night. My photos turned out to be terrible, I didn’t get impregnated by a demon spirit that would make me its queen, and no sexy werewolves attacked me. Total waste of time.
But, it was still pretty.
I love her, heart and soul. She is everything to me. And yet she is nothing like the women I dreamed of, like those ideal creatures whom I worshipped as a boy. She corresponds to nothing I had conceived out of my own depths. She is a totally new image, something foreign, something which Fate…
“When two people fall in love, they want to touch one another and make up stupid pet names.” —the birds and the baes