+i love this time of year+
The trees are turning colours. It's amazingly beautiful. The sky is a pale gray. I feel so relaxed. I love this time of year.
Today is a Sunday. I usually hate Sundays but today I am liking it. Mabye because surprisingly- I'm stress free.<3 I wanna spoon lol.
She slipped on her brown rimmed glasses, finished the last bit of her coffee, and gracefully put out her ciggarette. Picking up her luggage, she walked out of the resturaunt, her shoes clinked against the freshly scrubbed floor. As she stepped outside she felt a gust of air run down the back of her neck, and she developed a light chill. Then suddenly she saw him. Sitting on a park bench, his hazel eyes were pinned downward reading the newspaper. She secretly adored him... everything about him. His tall and lean figure, the way his muscles peeked out from his sleeves, his mysterious eyes, the way he wore his hair... everything. She wanted to know him more than anything. Could she bring herself to say hello? Could she come out of her shell? She turned to wait for the bus, and thought about approaching him. When she went to look back at him, he was already gone. Today was not her day.
I'm going to make hot chocolate with marshmellows. Yes. That would be perfect for a day like today. And I'm such the blanket + pajama + slipper whore!
&love.
Today is a Sunday. I usually hate Sundays but today I am liking it. Mabye because surprisingly- I'm stress free.<3 I wanna spoon lol.
She slipped on her brown rimmed glasses, finished the last bit of her coffee, and gracefully put out her ciggarette. Picking up her luggage, she walked out of the resturaunt, her shoes clinked against the freshly scrubbed floor. As she stepped outside she felt a gust of air run down the back of her neck, and she developed a light chill. Then suddenly she saw him. Sitting on a park bench, his hazel eyes were pinned downward reading the newspaper. She secretly adored him... everything about him. His tall and lean figure, the way his muscles peeked out from his sleeves, his mysterious eyes, the way he wore his hair... everything. She wanted to know him more than anything. Could she bring herself to say hello? Could she come out of her shell? She turned to wait for the bus, and thought about approaching him. When she went to look back at him, he was already gone. Today was not her day.
I'm going to make hot chocolate with marshmellows. Yes. That would be perfect for a day like today. And I'm such the blanket + pajama + slipper whore!
&love.