missing...

Love letters in the mail.

Secret notes.

Gifts, just because.

Wearing his t-shirt around the house.

Staying up late together because we don't want to stop talking.

Making dinner together.

Setting reservations for a night out.

Holding hands in the movie theater.

Or as we're crossing the street.

Getting dressed up to go to plays.

Knowing what his favorite drink is.

Watching movies on the lap top, snuggled up in bed.

 Reading books out loud.

Good morning texts.

Kissing pictures.

His hand on my knee.

Surprise work visits.

Camping trips.

And roadtrips.

Sharing a bowl of ice cream.

Stargazing.

Him.

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music on a monday 2

Such wonderful imagination.

and then this ethereal deliciousness.

cheap goodbyes

I might begin a Music Monday thing or something (yes today is Tuesday, but maybe I'll start it next week).

Nicole showed me this song after we spent most of the weekend together fidgeting over life and love.

because maybe i understand a little bit

My British Lit professor this last semester pointed me towards this blog: Meg Fee.

She's wonderful, and has been such an inspiration toward my own writing and willingness to open up and be so very exposed. I often find myself understanding her thoughts and feelings a little too much. But maybe that's a good thing, maybe it's a good thing to actually, truly, fully relate to someone.

These are a few of my favorite posts of hers:

on wanting (and not needing) a man

procreating + puzzles / guest post: alisha giampola

Say yes. and yes. and yes again.

attraction and expectation.

the fundamental truth / guest post: chelsea latimer

advice + attraction + many muddled thoughts

can't stop. won't stop.

I really did not like this song when I first heard it. In fact I can probably replicate the face I made at Kali when she tried to make me listen to it in the car on the ride home from climbing.

But here I am, slouched splendidly in my chair at work and I've listened to it 28 times (I might be on the 29th currently as I type this).

That's almost an entire hour and a half straight of the same ridiculousness. And don't worry that it's not on Spotify, so I haven't had it just on repeat. I actually had to go in to YouTube every time and click "replay" 28 (make that 30) times.

Ignore the earrings! If I stare at them too long I start to ponder on my own credibility.

a sneak peek at last weekend's adventures and the current music obsession

Haven't flown in THREE YEARS!!! So I figured I'd provide an airport photo with my sweet new rucksack and leopard shoes.

(I really can't wait to tell you about last weekend)

Also this fabulous song that I'm currently crushing on:

Little Bribes by Death Cab for Cutie

because this is the best album

I would disagree, but as I have been informed several times Emotionalism is in fact the real, best album of The Avett Brothers. It is not without its merits, I will not deny (though my heart leans more toward I And Love And You).

The song titles are delicious enough that I have found great pleasure in just reading through them.

They make me want to write a story. One about two people on opposite sides of the world who love each other without even knowing one another.

I haven't decided if they will ever meet yet...