aquiloni

Thanks for my first Zilker Kite Festival! 

 

     

il sentiero

I like urban hiking with you.

Thanks for entertaining my doomsday/post apocalyptic scenarios. Plus, I think you're right and we should start preparing some bug out packs. Maybe we should start a list (hehehe) of items we would need, just in case. Even start working on our balance with the Wii would be a good start. But I really need some hiking boots and I need to get my ankles stronger.

It goes without saying that the best part of our hike was laying in the field.  The sunlight coupled with the cool breeze was enough to make me want to lay out there all day! But honestly, it doesn't matter what we're doing or where we are, as long as I'm with you. That's all I need.

reggiseno rosso

Thanks for the tea ( ^^) _旦~~

And the breakfast taco.
Thanks for letting me listen to this song on the way to Tayo's orthodontist appointment.

Thanks for being honest -_-

Thanks for saying you like me just the way I am...（●＾o＾●）
Red.

The 14th's got nothing on the ♥16th!

crostino

A crouton of deer.
:)
This was all I could think about today.

The 14th's got NOTHING on the 13th!

sospiro

Do you ever sigh and people ask you what's wrong? Nothing is wrong, I'm just compelled to sigh.  Well that's what I did, but instead I just whispered your name. Your name is a breath of fresh air.  I felt a little overwhelmed for a minute today and I whispered your name.  It felt good. Really good, actually. How is it possible that one letter can make all my worries disappear? Huh? Tell me!

Sometimes I wonder what a cardiologist would think about my heartbeat. Erratic? Definitely. It beats faster when you're around, but also I think it would be slower, calmer knowing you're near. Even when you're not around and you pop into my thoughts my heart rate jumps. <3 <3 <3 <<<<3

qualunque cosa II

My hand is cramping. I'm not cut out for drawing on a laptop mousepad.

qualunque cosa

Messing around with Google Docs.

guaio

lvivske

First thing I see when I wake up each morning...

...Last thing I see when I go to bed each  night.

inquietudine

All day I wanted to talk to you.
I was restless becos I wanted to talk to you.
I wanted to listen to the music I burned for you.
All day I thought about you.
I was distracted.
And for other reasons I was angry and sad and not myself.
But then you appeared to save the day,
And I was thankful.

I need you.
I love you.
and
I'm sorry.

risposta

This we have now
is not imagination.

This is not
grief or joy.

Not a judging state,
or an elation,
or sadness.

Those come
and go.

This is the presence
that doesn't.

                                              ~ The Essential Rumi
                                                 Translations by Coleman Barks