quickie i was able to do at work last night (it was slow)
i haven’t listened to carissa’s wierd in weeks and i feel myself again
a heart-shaped meadow, created by a farmer as a tribute to his late wife.
"There is an old poem by Neruda that I’ve always been captivated by, and one of the first lines in it has stuck with me ever since the first time i read it. It says "love is so short, forgetting is so long". It’s a line I’ve related to in my saddest moments, when i needed to know someone else had felt the exact same way.”