Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Sunday, March 20, 2011

Thursday, March 17, 2011

It’s funny. Your muscles have a certain memory about them. That’s why we can tie our shoes or play piano without looking. But then you spend a long enough time with someone and your bodies memorize each other, you know? The warmth of your back, the pace of your heartbeat, your tickly eyelashes, and the way your fingers would curl in sequence when I used to play with your palm. Another person is like moving to a new country where you don’t know the language, it’s a scary thing.
To Claire; From Sonny

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

love being with my other half, mate, and lovah. My heart is smiling.

Thursday, March 10, 2011

sunshine a day keeps the dr. away...

sun-medicine: a must.

You can call me Flower...

You have to make her happy, the happiest she can be. Every morning, make her a hazelnut coffee with one packet of raw sugar, then save the packet to make a koala and hook it onto her mug. And if you don’t know how to make a koala, you buy an origami book and you stay up til 3 in the morning learning and getting stupid papercuts everywhere. Because that’s what makes her smile.

Stuart Grundy (aka Buster) / Arrested Development

Monday, March 7, 2011

truly. madly. deeply.

She waited for the train to pass. Then she said, “I sometimes think that people’s hearts are like deep wells. Nobody knows what’s at the bottom. All you can do is imagine by what comes floating to the surface every once in a while.
Haruki Murakami (Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman)

Sunday, March 6, 2011

Friday, March 4, 2011