my new lover made me keys to the house and when we got home we just started chopping wood because yo

[cimorene]

i'm sick. and my little dog is too. ::curls up::

i think i'm not really sick, my stomach is just distressed. oatmeal, here we come.

You stopped and pointed and you said, "That's a crocus,"
And I said, "What's a crocus?" and you said, "It's a flower,"
I tried to remember, but I said, "What's a flower?"
You said, "I still love you."

Comments

[phineasjones.livejournal.com]

gah. that song makes me weepy.

sorry you're not feeling well.

[cimness.livejournal.com]

thank you. it's beautiful, isn't it?