at the dining room table drawing pictures of everything we loved.

[thinkdorkythots]

Actual happiness always looks pretty squalid in comparison with the overcompensations for misery. And, of course, stability isn't nearly so spectacular as instability. And being contented has none of the glamour of a good fight against misfortune, none of the picturesqueness of a struggle with temptation, or a fatal overthrow by passion or doubt. Happiness is never grand.
-huxley






dear spring,
i want you back quite badly.
i want to hold you and touch you and kiss you.
i want to dance with you again.
I miss how warm you were and your smell.
come take off my scarf.
yours,
kristen

post script.
today i wore light green goloshes to school. it was happy, school was not. four more days of this nonsense.
<3