The rhythm of my footsteps

This combines two things I dearly love.




Tomorrow is my last day of work before my day off. I am very happy about that.
Working six days straight is not my favorite thing to do.


However, last week I worked about 43-45 hours.
Which translates into a good paycheck.
Just in time for Portland this weekend.
Which makes me extra happy.




Though we do not get to see my bff, which makes me sad, we do get to see some people very, very dear to our hearts.


I am excited.

HASHTAGSAMCRO

I just really love this show.

Also, girlfriend made a Goodreads account. That is fun.
We are super nerdy together.
It is fun to compare our books.


I just read this and found it to be especially poignant given the current political climate.


"The Church doesn't have a social strategy, the Church IS a social strategy."

get to see the ladyfriend soon. very excited.

packed day wednesday.

avengers.

jj.

mall.

fun.

laughs.

i have contemplated us making pizzas for dinner.

we did that once before and it was fun.

or so i thought, at least.

i have an idea for one.

well, two.

first:

-goat cheese

-green onion

-tomato

-black olives

second:

-gouda

-mozzarella

-romano

-roasted tomato

-fresh basil

essentially, a margarita pie.

also, i found this. and i enjoy it.

o love of my love

a dedication.

No, love is not dead in this heart these eyes and this mouth
that announced the start of its own funeral.
Listen, I've had enough of the picturesque, the colorful
and the charming.
I love love, its tenderness and cruelty.
My love has only one name, one form.
Everything disappears. All mouths cling to that one.
My love has just one name, one form.
And if someday you remember
O you, form and name of my love,
One day on the ocean between America and Europe,
At the hour when the last ray of light sparkles
on the undulating surface of the waves, or else a stormy night
beneath a tree in the countryside or in a speeding car,
A spring morning on the boulevard Malesherbes,
A rainy day,
Just before going to bed at dawn,
Tell yourself-I order your familiar spirit-that
I alone loved you more and it's a shame
you didn't know it.
Tell yourself there's no need to regret: Ronsard
and Baudelaire before me sang the sorrows
of women old or dead who scorned the purest love.
When you are dead
You will still be lovely and desirable.
I'll be dead already, completely enclosed in your immortal body,
in your astounding image forever there among the endless marvels
of life and eternity, but if I'm alive,
The sound of your voice, your radiant looks,
Your smell the smell of your hair and many other things
will live on inside me.
In me and I'm not Ronsard or Baudelaire

I'm [Joshua Wilson] who, because I knew
and loved you, 
Is as good as they are.
I'm [Joshua Wilson] who wants to be remembered
On this vile earth for nothing but his love of you.

A la mysterieuse

-Robert Desnos