No it was more a series of moments that fell into place.
It was the sound of your voice when you first said my name.
Or the smell of your perfume clinging to me after you left for work.
It was the taste of wine on your lips after a perfect kiss.
Or watching you put on makeup as you sat across my lap.
It was you teasing me for smoking “girly” camel crushes.
Or days spent at the dog park in the Texas sun.
It was the night I was furious I didn’t defend you in that fight.
And I knew then that for some time I had wanted you to be mine.
No, I don’t remember the exact moment I fell for you.
What I know is i fell for you like dominoes.
In succession, one by one, everything falling exactly into place.
It was like it was planned, even the obstacles we faced.
And despite whatever hardship it never felt forced.
Thoughts of you scaled my walls with ease.
It was like I had no walls at all. No barriers keeping you out.
I quickly learned that time can be more precious than gold.
Because some people come into your life with numbered days.
And they can either pass through quietly or stay.
You awaken parts of me that morning coffee never could.
And your breath is more intoxicating than my favorite liquor.
The way your skin feels is better than shaved legs on bed sheets.
And your hands move over me like a sculptor over marble.
Like a composer over piano keys.
Like an architect planning cities.
You became my favorite movie on repeat, the climax of my favorite song.
You were like an ice day in Middle School…we don’t get snow days back in Texas.
You were an unexpected break from reality.
An impromptu holiday.
A day spent with friends, in blanket forts with mugs of hot chocolate.
Im sure that If I ever went blind I could still read you this love poem.
I’m fluent in Braille as long as it’s written in goosebumps on your thighs.
And your eyes, are brighter than Christmas lights on a chilly December night.
They are the cool blue of mountain lakes, snowmelt formed, deep and calm.
sunlight reflecting on their glassy surface.
They are green like the moss on the logs of that lakeshore.
They are the grey of storm clouds rolling over those mountaintops.
Full of thunder and rain, flashes of lightning flickering within.
I am standing outside, palms outstretched, waiting for your downpour.
I am diving in deep, no thoughts of resurfacing.
You are lifelines. Kite strings. Endless possibility.
Dominoes by c.r. (via seethestarsablaze)
Ugh. How I feel about you.(via lezbehonest-here)
This is more than perfect ❤️(via haleynb)
Steamed Salmon with Zucchini Braised in Coconut Milk
- 1 tablespoon canola oil
- 1 medium yellow onion, thinly sliced
- kosher salt and freshly ground pepper
- 6 cloves garlic, thinly sliced
- 1-inch piece of fresh ginger, peeled and finely minced
- 1 pound zucchini, cut in coins 1/2-inch thick
- 1/2 cup coconut milk
- 1 tablespoon fish sauce
- 2 6-ounce skinless filets of salmon
- chopped cilantro leaves, for garnish (optional)
- Heat oil in a large sauté pan (one with a lid, which you’ll need later) over medium heat.
- Add sliced onion, season with a pinch of salt and pepper and cook, stirring occasionally, until the onion has started to soften, about 2 minutes.
- Turn the heat down to medium-low and add garlic and ginger. Cook, stirring occasionally, until translucent and aromatic, about 2 minutes more.
- Add zucchini, mix everything together. Cook, covered, until zucchini is soft but not mushy, about 10 minutes.
- Add coconut milk and fish sauce to the pan, mix everything together, and increase the heat to medium.
- Cook, uncovered, until some of the liquid has evaporated and the zucchini is extremely soft, about 5 minutes.
- Stir the mixture to break down the soft zucchini a little bit.
- Meanwhile, season the salmon liberally on all sides with salt and pepper. Place the filets on top of the zucchini mixture in the pan, making sure they’re not touching each other or the side of the pan.
- Cover the pan and cook until the salmon is cooked through and flakes easily with a fork, about 5 minutes.
- To serve, divide the zucchini mixture between two plates and top each with a salmon filet. If you want, garnish the plates with chopped cilantro.
the difference between tattoed people and not tattoed people is….
This woman deserves a round of applause and a throne of gold. This is the most realistic & amazing thing for someone to say for this generation of students. I wasn’t able to go to college this year because my parents can’t afford to send me and I had every scholarship, grant, loan known to man and it still wouldn’t work. Finally someone gets it!
Julie Foucher & Lauren Fisher in OC Throwdown 2014. @ali_sv Photography.
Born in the USA.
[Some sentiments are better conveyed with music than words. For me, Springsteen’s voice carries an edge of cynicism, sorrow, and frustration whenever I hear him sing this song. It is, perhaps, projection. -R]
Progress, far from consisting in change, depends on retentiveness. When change is absolute there remains no being to improve and no direction is set for possible improvement: and when experience is not retained, as among savages, infancy is perpetual. Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.
4:30am dawn patrol