carnelian stars like the bars down below / serve only vodka and gin
So, I was going to make a cranky LDR post, but, on second thoughts, perhaps not. I am cranky. At some level I always am. Long-distance relationships suck monkey balls. Don't do them, they're awful and sad.
But. Once again, Shim and I have been together for an integer number of years. During that time we have, inter alia: gone on long walks in the countryside; bought a lot of books; started a small kitchen fire; danced to no music under the moon; eaten pancakes in Amsterdam; run drunkenly down the steps of Sacre Coeur; spent hours looking for a stranger's missing keys in the snow; had screaming rows about nothing in particular; drunk wine on the roof of Lincoln at three in the morning; climbed Arthur's Seat in rain so bad the dye ran from my shoes; spent seven months apart; done a lot of dishes; written letters and emails and instant messages; made faces over Skype; been together.
And here we are. Still keeping on and carrying on.
edit fuck it, I am working out my cranky by listening to the Weepies' entire discography on repeat (I pity my next door neighbour) so now you can too.
The Weepies - Gotta Have You
no amount of coffee / no amount of crying / no amount of whisky / no amount of wine
The Weepies - Can't Go Back Now
you know there will be days when you're so tired you can't take another step
The Weepies - Same Changes
and everyone says this love will change you / well I asked does anything ever stay the same
The Weepies - Painting by Chagall
we live so high above the ground / satellites surround us
The Weepies - Hope Tomorrow
a windy fitful day in winter / charging towards the ides of May
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But. Once again, Shim and I have been together for an integer number of years. During that time we have, inter alia: gone on long walks in the countryside; bought a lot of books; started a small kitchen fire; danced to no music under the moon; eaten pancakes in Amsterdam; run drunkenly down the steps of Sacre Coeur; spent hours looking for a stranger's missing keys in the snow; had screaming rows about nothing in particular; drunk wine on the roof of Lincoln at three in the morning; climbed Arthur's Seat in rain so bad the dye ran from my shoes; spent seven months apart; done a lot of dishes; written letters and emails and instant messages; made faces over Skype; been together.
And here we are. Still keeping on and carrying on.
edit fuck it, I am working out my cranky by listening to the Weepies' entire discography on repeat (I pity my next door neighbour) so now you can too.
The Weepies - Gotta Have You
no amount of coffee / no amount of crying / no amount of whisky / no amount of wine
The Weepies - Can't Go Back Now
you know there will be days when you're so tired you can't take another step
The Weepies - Same Changes
and everyone says this love will change you / well I asked does anything ever stay the same
The Weepies - Painting by Chagall
we live so high above the ground / satellites surround us
The Weepies - Hope Tomorrow
a windy fitful day in winter / charging towards the ides of May
raven is also at Dreamwidth: there is or are
comment(s). Comment there or here.