rusticromance
interior-design-home
utwo
thatsthat24
enchanted-fairytale-dreams
Have you ever wondered how someone meets Santa? Well, you need to follow a very specific ritual to summon him.
sweetlittlevampire
I am so ridiculously in love, I sometimes can’t believe it. i just can’t believe my luck.
They say relationships take work, but either we really do get along that swimmingly, or it doesn’t feel like work to the point where we both don’t seem to notice that there’s actual work involved.
We do fight. Rarely. I tend to get loud. It’s a trait I got from my father, and I hate it. I’m working on getting better, staying calmer, not verbally lashing out so much. Still, fights are usually about petty things, last about fifteen minutes, with additional fifteen to thirty minutes of not talking…and then I either make her tea, or she makes me coffee, and we sit there, look at each other and go “…I am sorry.”-”So am I.”-”What was that even about?”
And then we talk, and usually end up laughing a whole lot while doing so. I think we haven’t fought in months, maybe over a year. The occasional playful bickering, maybe, but it’s always laced with lots of humour and laughter on both sides. It’s always been that way, since the beginning…and we’ve been together for quite a while now
It feels like a lifetime.
It’s not long enough.
I can’t imagine life without her anymore, which is…a dangerous thing to say. It’s not that I wouldn’t be able to survive without her; chances are I would be just fine if she wasn’t there, and I would probably make loads of friends and have loads of fun. But would I want that? Being without her?
At this point in life: a definite no. It’s just morphed into the best version of a status quo a relationship could have (minus the fact that we currently live under separate roofs), and I wouldn’t wanna change a thing.
I remember how clingy we were at the beginning. A friend of mine and her boyfriend visited a convention together, which he didn’t enjoy but thought he needed to attend because “that’s what couples do”. He ended up complaining the whole afternoon, and ruining her day in the process.
We used to be like that. I wanted to attend a con in Germany while we were staying at my grandmother’s house, and my love was not interested in joining me. You could just see in my grandmother’s face that she was expecting one of us to throw a fit about it.
instead, we looked online for things my girlfriend could be doing on her own, and she found an art museum I wasn’t interested in visiting, but she was ecstatic about it. So we went to town together, decided to meet up again six hours later, had loads of fun on our own, and lots to tell each other when we reunited. It’s just so simple, so easy.
Everything is easy with her.
When I talk about her like that, people always go “Ooooh, this must be a pretty fresh relationship; you still have the rose-tinted glasses on. wait until routine and everyday life get the best of you two.”
It did. We’ve adjusted. We’re flowing with it, enjoying the chill, calmer downtimes just as well as the exciting ones. I still see stars in her eyes and hear worlds being born when she laughs.
It’s been seventeen years, and I’m still so in love.
sweetlittlevampire
“FERNAND; CAN I STEAL A BIT OF YOUR CREAM FROM THE FRIDGE??”
- one of our three secretaries, screaming from the lowest floor up to the highest, just to know how she can season her lunch.
God, I’ll miss this.
nishakadam
otherwindow
Do you have any idea how long I’ve had this queued? Any idea? A year. A fucking year. I don’t even use my queue ever. Ever. This is the only thing I’ve EVER queued. I’ve had this queued for a year so I don’t forget it.
marvellousbee
notjustanyannie
Emerald unguentarium
I couldn’t resist this word, redolent of the flavour of a bygone age, when every ‘decent’ person had emerald cosmetics jars and the like littering their palaces. These pots were made of many substances (most often it must be admitted glass or glazed ceramic rather than precious beryl), and were designed to contain tallow based (animal fat) cosmetics, perfumed oils and medicines without absorbing their contents. They have been around since pre-Roman times, and were often interred with their owners, so are often found in excavations of ancient cemeteries.
sweetlittlevampire
My current rosary collection. I’m not Christian by any means, but I’ve always been drawn to any kind of prayer beads. As a kid, I used to admire my grandfather’s Muslim prayer beads; they were green with a coral red tassel. My grandma’s rosary looked like shiny black crystals with a brass-looking cross and middle piece. I was never allowed to play with both of them, but I was allowed to hold them while my grandparents explained to me what they were respectively.
I am not christened, so I got my first rosary in Bavaria. I acquired more later - one or two on each trip - but I also got many at our country’s annual procession for the Patron Saint, which is Mary the Consoler of the Afflicted. I would never wear them as an accessory; I have way too much respect.
I’m actually in the process of picking out a rosary as a gift for a friend. I do clean my rosaries a few times a year, but it’s rare that I have them all out at once in their boxes. There are two kids rosaries, one is ring-sized, five are bracelet-sized (or made to be hung from a car’s rear view mirror), and there’s one made entirely of quartz and one made entirely of amethyst. In total there are about 35.
yourfavouritedoll