Waking up nestled in someone’s nook. The beginning of this new chapter of living already proving to be beautiful and good. Mimosas and bad movie marathons on Sunday with our feet up. Long phone conversations with my mama. Oranges in bed. Two new books to my right. Whisker kisses from my Dewey Dell. The first strawberry of the season. Being with someone who makes me laugh from the bottom of my stomach. A full, happy head and heart. Blooming freckles.
“I don’t suppose I really know you very well - but I know you smell like the delicious damp grass that grows near old walls and that your hands are beautiful opening out of your sleeves and that the back of your head is a mossy sheltered cave when there is trouble in the wind and that my cheek just fits the depression in your shoulder.”— Zelda Fitzgerald in a letter to F. Scott Fitzgerald, November 1931 (via nickywire)