If you've never listened to Max Richter's The Blue Notebooks, do it now. If you didn't do it five years ago when I wanted you to feel it with me for the first time, do it now ( Read more... )

I am thankful for this weather, for every degree drop forces the realization that things may not really be so bad. I'm still singing, even when my mouth is closed ( Read more... )

Driving toward my mother's house at 11am through the too-warm Florida November, I turned the air conditioner on and zipped my hooded sweatshirt to coerce my brain to cooperate with a favorite past time: remembering holidays in Alabama ( Read more... )

I love you.

IT IS FUCKING GORGEOUS OUTSIDE ( Read more... )

In case you wanted to ask, this was my justification for studying the things that I want to study, as of June 18th. Of course, it's already different.

( For if I am confounded by you, then you are already of me, and I am nowhere without you. )

I BELIEVE IN FAIRIES