I dreamt about you nearly every night this week

I'm already in too deep to get out of this unscathed and that absolutely fucking terrifies me.

my love

"They were careless people, Tom and Daisy- they smashed up things and creatures and then retreated back into their money or their vast carelessness or whatever it was that kept them together, and let other people clean up the mess they had made."

accepting the risk of absence

Above all, I'm scared to death I'm going to lose you

caught in the symmetry of your mind

Did I really see you or was it a dream?
Dreaming that it was seamless,
not a trace of wrong words that we have spoken
Little did we know, no bigotry, no tears shed
Oh only you'd try to be polite, thinking you were right
Only to find that you're unkind
But ironically you will always be belle of the ball, at least to me

elope with me

I know I'm going to hate it without you, and it sucks to even think of a time where it wouldn't be me and you. I only hope you feel the same about me.

we're going place you've never dreamed about

Despite everything, I still believe that I'm lucky to have met you and to have been where we were and to go where we are going

the end comes too soon

Time is passing by waaay too quickly. It's almost coming to the end of the week, but it has yet to really sink in that #japan2014 is happening so soon. In the midst of dissertations and dentals and general anxiety, I've still managed to squeeze in crazy time. Excellent. This week's breakdown is brought to you by your general stubbornness and the mounting pressures of moving in together, so to speak. The true problem is that I'm all up in my head, imagining what it'll be like to be cramped into a tiny room with nowhere to go where you are not. I am excited for it, I truly am, but there are great worries. I know my anxieties have a tendency to get the better of me, but some part of me truly believes that it's getting better because of you.

Our summer out west, our summer of sex
Our summer just gets better