I can’t close my bathroom door. The outer door, not the inner door.
The petals are falling off my lilies and now all I can see are the flower reproductive organs that Jordan pointed out last time she was over here. Flowers are so ephemeral. But so beautiful while they last.
I need to wash my sheets. And I will.
The curtain on my window is broken and only opens on one side. This creates an odd fan shape, like a shell, or the bottom of a skirt over the window. Its kind of artistic. But I suppose I should call the fix-it line.
I think expectation may be a very real part of relationships, but not love.
If you are ever bored in a crowd, start looking at the bone structure of the faces around you. Instant fun.