Walks in the streets arm in arm; entering vintage and old shops to buy a record or two, some old books that are going to stay unread, forgotten on a shelf; drinking tea together; slow kissing by the fire; reading poetry and quotes to each other; visiting a new art exposition; watching that film again, lines known by heart; feet touching on the sofa, both immersed in a book; decorating for autumn as rain is pouring and leaves are falling (but actually waiting for Christmas); drinking good wine in the kitchen, cooking together; matching jumpers and cardigans; running on crunchy leaves; loving each other softly.
i’m not “lazy” i’m just a fragile victorian maiden. i can only handle 1-2 mildly taxing activities a day before i have to put myself down for a nap until dinner