Coffee dates make my whole day worth getting out of bed for.
*especially if hot Aussie baristas that bring your drink to your table for you but not anyone else are involved, just sayin.
..peeing and replying to texts go hand in hand.
Life is a highway on We Heart It.
Talking about boys who talk about girls.
Eating things that look like biscuits.
Heating up bags of beans in the microwave and cuddling with them.
Avoiding school work in every way imaginable.
Being texting trolls.
Eating so much cheese.
…We may have to consult the counsel on this one.
Typical days with Amy, such as this fine freezing Saturday.
I know I’m nervous when oh my goodness there is no place natural to put my hands.
Just a beautifully lit split second.
When someone speaks of you negatively, be flattered. To be in someone’s mind is to have power over them. Revel in the fact that they subconsciously reserve thoughts and energy for you.
This is gold.
I’m not even being philosophical people.
I am studying for my Human Physiology midterm and drawing what happens in ONE heartbeat takes me twenty minutes.
cue heart attack.
or should I say myocardial infarction.
my friends are really more like family. laughing with the deepest of understanding, knowing all the little quirks. pushing and challenging each other out of our comfort zones. being there for the rough stuff. sometimes the best cure is just a cup of tea, a trip to forever 21, the mountains or menschis. or just to go back to bed. being openly grumpy is a sign of trust, open with our apologies and with our wounds. calling out the beauty strength and gifts we see each in each other. bundles of holy messes. tangled webs of beauty and bright joy. the way we’ve weaved our wild souls together is a stormy and sunny miracle. heaven knew we needed each other and man are we grateful. couldn’t do life any other way .
I cannot wait to see this crazy-haired wonder sing his little British heart out on my birthday.
Yes Taylor, I will be 22, but my musical tastes have changed.
in my pain.
I take my medicine on my knee
Twice a day but lately three
Keeps the devil from my door
And it makes me rich
and it makes me poor