Your eyelashes have dripped down the gene pool
In tiny crystalline droplets,
From some centuries ancient beauty that lies in your heritage;
Until they came to rest,
Trophy-like, upon your eyelids.
Fluttering lightly against your cheek
In the morning when the sun steals in through a crack in the curtains,
As we glean one more minute
Before the day begins.
I can’t deny my love of a good burrito. And man alive, this was a good’un.
Lately it’s just all about food with me.
A green tea kit kat one of my best friends brought me back from a spontaneous trip to Japan. It comes in two mini kit kats, which I kind of wish they did over here! It’s bright green, it doesn’t taste anything like green tea, it’s amazing.
I like to bake. A lot.
Curse you, vodka
(via tequilacup)
—The Satanic Verses, Salman Rushdie
“It happens every time, they all become blueberries.”
