Yesterday he took me to a private beach on Lake Michigan
He taught me how to skip rocks and I found a piece of sea glass that I balanced all over his body while we laid on the blanket sharing stories.
After the beach we went to a local pub, the one he used to be a regular at with his fake.
He bought a pitcher and he tried to teach me pool, which I am not good at. I broke the pool stick.
We switched to darts, I like darts, and him.





an emotional roller coaster from start to finish

is this what it’s like in the uk?




Seems like IKEA are really shaking things up this year. In addition to the previously announced TV set, they’re also going to release a digital camera made of cardboard called Knäppa (“Snap”). It’ll hold 40 photographs at a time and plugs directly into your USB port. While it’s not the prettiest camera the world has ever seen, I do love the idea of a screen-less digital camera that brings people back to the wait-and-see days of film.


I still carry the guilt of dating people I never wanted to be with.
It’s heavy
I’ve strayed
this line is forming one after another this fear that I would never be sincere again was getting more prominent.
Then last night the same sentence came out of his mouth.
To lay naked and hear all our truths slips between our lips was the realist encounter I’ve had in years.
And there could be a lot of factors contributing to making this be so good.
The absence of commitment, the soul intention of hanging out for the genuine company.

He was kissing my neck as I was talking about the things that bothered me about previous people.
In response all he did was pull me in close, and gently whispered into my neck “you’re too picky”

I don’t know if it’s because he was turning me on
or if it was how gently he handled that.
but for some reason that sentence has resinated with me