It’s a French night. Ravel, Debussy and Faure are all over my playlists. Too bad I can’t have a glass of wine with this marvelous music. :[

I’ve definitely posted that quote before, by Neruda. But right now I feel exactly like that quote. The more I get to know Andrew, the more I absorb him. It’s like part of us wants to be each other to be whole. So yes, his words occupy my everything.  

I’m coming down with a cold and the only remedy is some tea and Curb Your Enthusiasm. And tumblr. But my internet’s behaving badly. :[