What if I’m really not attractive at all and he’s just using me for my pumpkin bread making skills?
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
My Grandmama used to recite this to me.
Japanese Gardens, San Francisco, July 2014.
I’ve been here.
Many moons ago.
Koi fish relax me.
I came as soon as I got the message…
I’m awful tonight.
Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec | In Bed The Kiss | 1892
I absolutely love this blog!!
The captions in text are uplifting, and I get to see some of my favorite ubiquitous art pieces with ridiculous text.
Intimacy is the capacity to be rather weird with someone - and finding that that’s ok with them.– Alain de Botton (via thatkindofwoman)
Wish we were here.