Some nights the couple in the bedroom next to mine stumble home late at night and wake me with their squeaky door and their faint laughter, her voice girlish and so far away from the other person lying down in the bedroom beside her.
Initially, this had irked me - a rest disturbed - until I realize I shouldn’t be, I can’t be.
They are two lovers and they deserve their happiness
at all hours, at every moment
as it lasts.
You always look so cool. The man in the cool, colored shirts.
(Source: murakamistuff, via thesmallgatsby)
Just spent an hour looking at flowers at the nursery and then I picked a batch of pretty purple nemesias.
Then as I am paying for them, I noticed a baby slug crawling on a leaf.
My greatest fear of all are slugs. And there it was, my nemesis on my nemesia.
After a silent freak out in my mind, I took my receipt, said thank you, and walked towards the entrance. The other nemesias were on a cart by the door, and I quickly traded my purples for plums.
I don’t know if this makes me a partial thief but I loathe slugs.
Ommmgaaahhhhh the cute guy from work’s car was infront of mine the whole way home.
Granted i live next to the freeway that everyone is probably trying to get to, but still.
