We could get groceries together, Sunday morning breakfasts at places that serve overpriced fruit bowls, walk 7th…Walk the seawall, do photo shoots, go to gigs, read in bed together. Explore restaurants, retail therapy the crap outta each other, find new tidal pools, bike rides, Dancing, no destination road trips, eating junk food and watching flicks, make soup. Late night beach visits, go to an orchestra, hold hands and kiss in the rain, fuck all morning and never leave the apartment. Get dressed up and go out for dinner, cuddle the shit out of each other, baths every night, be creative in the same room. Eclectic coffee shops, matching tattoos, symphony of lights, in depth convos about cabinet articles, prop making for shoots. Make waffles.. and cupcakes! Have dinner parties, dance parties for two, watch our favorite shows, Art galleries, sunsets on benches, day trips to the islands, night walks in neighbourhoods well out of our price ranges. Skating at robson, decorating the apt, ice cream at english bay, wine in bed. Spa days together, frisbee in big open parks, make stiff drinks for each other after a shitty day, a frisky new kitten. Simply staying at home and being lazy, running erands, trips to chapters. Cooking together, reading erotic stories to each other, massages, making playlists with each other, Burgoo. Bath tub blow jobs, eating chocolate for dinner, evening walks to make us tired, laundry days. Slipping love notes in jacket pockets, bringing lunch to your work, window shopping jewelry stores, key lime pie excursions. Trips around the skytrain, making apple crisp, spooning in the morning, taking care of each other when one is sick. Watching you put on my clothes, our first Christmas tree, spur of the moment trips to Honey, kissing my neck as I fall asleep. Buying new underwear for you, fucking 4 times without getting out of bed, attempting roller blading, reading in parks. Surfing for seat sales to SF or NY, baking each others birthday cake from scratch, hidden hickies and swollen cupcakes. Keeping you in bed when you’re supposed to go to the gym, late night convos about nothing, warming up my toes with your legs, kissing constantly. Matching Halloween costumes, shaving each other, skinny dipping, love notes written in steam on the bathroom mirror…
“When my husband died, because he was so famous and known for not being a believer, many people would come up to me - it still sometimes happens - and ask me if Carl changed at the end and converted to a belief in an afterlife. They also frequently ask me if I think I will see him again. Carl faced his death with unflagging courage and never sought refuge in illusions. The tragedy was that we knew we would never see each other again. I don’t ever expect to be reunited with Carl. But, the great thing is that when we were together, for nearly twenty years, we lived with a vivid appreciation of how brief and precious life is. We never trivialized the meaning of death by pretending it was anything other than a final parting. Every single moment that we were alive and we were together was miraculous - not miraculous in the sense of inexplicable or supernatural. We knew we were beneficiaries of chance… That pure chance could be so generous and so kind… That we could find each other, as Carl wrote so beautifully in Cosmos, you know, in the vastness of space and the immensity of time… That we could be together for twenty years. That is something which sustains me and it’s much more meaningful… The way he treated me and the way I treated him, the way we took care of each other and our family, while he lived. That is so much more important than the idea I will see him someday. I don’t think I’ll ever see Carl again. But I saw him. We saw each other. We found each other in the cosmos, and that was wonderful.”—Ann Druyan, talking about her dead husband Carl Sagan. Ain’t that something. (via everythinginthesky, savagemike)
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I decided today that I’d spent enough time without my Epershand necklace, so I re-ordered one. With shipping, it was going to cost $28, which was okay with me. I ordered it from Isette on Etsy, and sent her a note telling her I had broken my old one, and that I couldn’t live without it. She wrote back almost immediately, offering to send me just the replacement pendant without the chain, and that it would only cost me 10 bucks with shipping! Score!
And then I realized that with the $18 I didn’t spend, I could finally buy my copy of Katie West’s new book, Black and White! Double score!