‘he’s not perfect. you aren’t either, and the two of you will never be perfect. but if he can make you laugh at least once, causes you to think twice, and if he admits to being human and making mistakes, hold onto him and give him the most you can. he isn’t goin to quote poetry, he’s not thinking about you every moment, but he will give you a part of him that he knows...
is backwards with an accent on the 'i' is sí
my ‘everlasting light’ and never ceasing, huge, outrageous love (is) yours
‘usually after lunch i brush my teeth, but to day i didn’t wanna brush out the taste. i wanna let the pig salad marinate.’
it’s so rad and exhilarating weaving through cars and buses during after work commute time on the board and in the mist of gray san francisco.