tgif.

leaning on glass.

fall fashion.

those things.

those tiny things. those tiny simply amazing things. when you get the cold side of a pillow. when your meal comes faster than expected. when you fall asleep before they turn around to get comfortable. having your heart fill with the sensation of happiness because of your amazing friends, a good book, a cup of tea, a glass of wine. when they make your heart melt with the simplicity of just knowing they care. it's those things.

sea glass.

Let's put all our treasures together
 the clocks, plates, cups cracked by the cold
into a sack and carry them
to the sea
and let our possessions sink
into one alarming breaker
that sounds like a river.
May whatever breaks
be reconstructed by the sea
with the long labor of its tides.
So many useless things
which nobody broke
but which got broken anyway.

Ode to broken things by Pablo Neruda

ariana.

game of thrones.

read the series. watch the show. you will not be disappointed. magically medieval.

without complexities or pride.

such a bore.

making coffee, grocery shopping, errands, watering the plants, doing work at home wearing glasses, and setting the table. I miss doing all these things with you.

wrestling with an octopus.

I'm wrestling with an octopus

and faring less than well,

one peek at my predicament

should be enough to tell.

It held me in a hammerlock,

then swept me off my feet,

I'm getting the impression

that I simply can't compete.

I'd hoped that I could hold my own,

but after just a while,

I ascertained I couldn't match

an octopus's style.

It flipped me by a shoulder,

and it latched onto a hip,

essentially that octopus

has got me in its grip.

I tried assorted armlocks,

but invariably missed,

and now I'm in a headlock,

and it's clinging to my wrist.

It's wound around my ankles,

and it's wrapped around my chest—

when grappling with an octopus,

I come out second best.

Jack Prelutsky

Artist: Catherine Howe