on Winter, rest, and sipping Gløgg
Love that tree. Looks like two hearts are etched into it. 💕
Great story. Love hearing about your adventures. Sounds like an amazing time.
Enjoy your new adventures these next few weeks.
You definitely have your own beautiful scent. Can’t wait to smell you soon. 😘
5 things I’m looking at:
- Your beautiful words on the page.
- A mug that reads "I'm So F*cking Cold" filled, appropriately, with cold coffee.
- My bookshelf. God I love a full bookshelf.
- My Calculus textbook opened to "Continuities".
- Kitties sleeping in the same cat tree.
4 things I’m feeling:
- Longing. I long to be with you in Norway.
- Grief. It's mainly women and children in Gaza that are suffering the ceaseless bombardment. It breaks my fucking soul.
- Anticipation. I am looking to the end of the semester-- final exams are just around the corner.
- Hunger. My belly is gloobing.
3 things I’m listening to:
- Rain pattering on the skylight.
- Still by Ola Gjeilo
- My belly gloobing.
2 things I’m smelling:
- Fresh air seeping through the cracks in the caulking around the skylight.
- Coffee breath.
1 thing I'm tasting:
- My own mouth
Listening now to Still.
Loving your words.
Thank you for sharing your senses.
Thank you for bringing me into a sliver of your world, where I long to be, too.
Love love loving you always.
Love that tree. Looks like two hearts are etched into it. 💕
Great story. Love hearing about your adventures. Sounds like an amazing time.
Enjoy your new adventures these next few weeks.
You definitely have your own beautiful scent. Can’t wait to smell you soon. 😘
5 things I’m looking at:
- Your beautiful words on the page.
- A mug that reads "I'm So F*cking Cold" filled, appropriately, with cold coffee.
- My bookshelf. God I love a full bookshelf.
- My Calculus textbook opened to "Continuities".
- Kitties sleeping in the same cat tree.
4 things I’m feeling:
- Longing. I long to be with you in Norway.
- Grief. It's mainly women and children in Gaza that are suffering the ceaseless bombardment. It breaks my fucking soul.
- Anticipation. I am looking to the end of the semester-- final exams are just around the corner.
- Hunger. My belly is gloobing.
3 things I’m listening to:
- Rain pattering on the skylight.
- Still by Ola Gjeilo
- My belly gloobing.
2 things I’m smelling:
- Fresh air seeping through the cracks in the caulking around the skylight.
- Coffee breath.
1 thing I'm tasting:
- My own mouth
Listening now to Still.
Loving your words.
Thank you for sharing your senses.
Thank you for bringing me into a sliver of your world, where I long to be, too.
Love love loving you always.