dark side of the moon

Plum Tree

Thought for the day

fuck you Murphy.

jou ma en jou sister

se poskantoor.

Paperdoll Plath

Verbal Vomit

I was looking through one of my favourite blogs today, Verbal Vomit, which consists of random anecdotes on and illustrations of the daily trials and tribulations of Hannah Hillam, a vegetarian, instrument-playing, (wannabe) Hipster, (actual) Illustrator and Designer from America. Certain aspects of her post on love i.e. "The Story of Shaun" i.e. an abridged historical rendition of her relationship with her boyfriend, struck a chord with me.

So...now that I've made it explicitly clear that the following illustrations and text are the intellectual property of Hanna Hillam and are in no way whatsoever my original ideas or works, I can be a cheat and share it on my blog and dedicate it to Ric (just substitute "Shaun" for "Ric", "10 years" for "4 years" and "Taco Bell" for "pita bread and humous" alternatively, "sun-dried tomatoes and olives", further alternatively "lemon juice")...

"We're immature together. We make each other laugh. Like, really laugh.

We also frustrate each other so much sometimes, and we argue over really stupid things. We're both stubborn and difficult and pains in the neck. But we both know that the other is worth the trouble.

In the 10 years I've known Sean, he's shown me every kind of love I've needed. I'm a better person because I know him. Just by being himself, he inspires me to be honest and good, and to try my best at everything I do. He's taught me patience and understanding. His sensitivity has softened my heart, and torn down walls and defenses that I've carefully built up. He loves me when I'm selfish, and when I'm forgetful. He loves me when I'm chaotic, and when I'm peaceful.

He's the best!"

Thought for the day

I need to exercise impulse control.

I miss my hair.

(neverthefuckagain)

tookey

You're my own Richard Parker

vintage swag(her)

On Sunday Ric and I decided to try and beat the Christmas chaos by going to shop for presents at the Rosebank Rooftop Market. 

The focus was originally on buying presents for family and friends but when we happened upon the SWAG suitcase-bed for dogs, any semblance of focus was tossed aside as we entered into “whogivesadamnit’ssofreakingcool” frivolous-spending-mode.

Although the daughters are enjoying the bed, I’m still not quite sure if the purchase was made with us or them in mind.

Ghetto Sesame Street



The Real "Big Bird"
-Holy Jesus-



Anniversary

A year on I still think of you

(some days more than others).

A year on the feelings are less consuming, less bitter.

More familiar.

As far as I am able,

I wish you happiness.

As far as I am able,

I apologise for all the hurt I caused you.

As far as I am able,

I forgive you for all the hurt you caused me.

Things didn’t turn out as we had hoped.

It is what it is.