tuesday and thursday excursions for gyros at stell's.
the black mug as big as a soup bowl that i drink my tea from.
late-night puddle jumping.
the blanket forts.
cobblestone streets in pike place market.
reza and his persian rugs.
the chocolate milk dispenser.
the office, seasons 1-4.
spooning.
watching october turn everything red.
dr. segall's voice making lectures sound like poetry.
tony de augustini and his designer shoes.
the nap crew.
cookies and milk behind the line.
gasworks.
morning glory chai at caffe ladro.
grocery shopping with my bestie.
singing in the stairwell.
funfetti.
thursdays with abbey.
buffalo exchange.
the sleepytime mix.
study sessions at fremont coffee co.
indian food.
learning that to love is to be vulnerable.
cigarettes by the canal.
waiting at the bus stop.
late nights with lerin.
dates with Jesus.
churrrrros.
getting letters.
calling home.
how touristy i feel with my pink umbrella.
the sunny days that prompt us to sit outside and have philosophical discussions in tiffany loop.
cranberry oatmeal.
pretending to be good at photography.
the tomato slicer.
how well the amelie soundtrack goes with rain.
the black mug as big as a soup bowl that i drink my tea from.
late-night puddle jumping.
the blanket forts.
cobblestone streets in pike place market.
reza and his persian rugs.
the chocolate milk dispenser.
the office, seasons 1-4.
spooning.
watching october turn everything red.
dr. segall's voice making lectures sound like poetry.
tony de augustini and his designer shoes.
the nap crew.
cookies and milk behind the line.
gasworks.
morning glory chai at caffe ladro.
grocery shopping with my bestie.
singing in the stairwell.
funfetti.
thursdays with abbey.
buffalo exchange.
the sleepytime mix.
study sessions at fremont coffee co.
indian food.
learning that to love is to be vulnerable.
cigarettes by the canal.
waiting at the bus stop.
late nights with lerin.
dates with Jesus.
churrrrros.
getting letters.
calling home.
how touristy i feel with my pink umbrella.
the sunny days that prompt us to sit outside and have philosophical discussions in tiffany loop.
cranberry oatmeal.
pretending to be good at photography.
the tomato slicer.
how well the amelie soundtrack goes with rain.
2 comments:
i love this.
so much.
confession...i didn't realize that you've been blogging. i'm officially reading all of your blogs and commenting now. forgive me for my lateness. i love you dearly.
um. we must be related. or something. did i ever tell you that your writing gives me chills? like the kind you and i both get when we watch the trailer for narnia? not even an exageration. i love you. a whole lot. and i'm coming in a month. brace yourself, dear.
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