think of all the things that hold you back and realize that you don't need them

think about all the mistakes you've made in your life and make sure you never repeat them

I had a dream about this song.

parks and recreation

My favorite parts are 2:55, 3:20, 5:37, 5:43, and like... the entire end.

now my work is done, i feel i'm owed some joy

bright smile, dark eyes
bright smile, dark eyes
everywhere i went, i was always looking for you.
bright smile, dark eyes.

i'm looking for some peace, it's so hard to find.
calamity janes and the steamboat casanovas.
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I'm so glad to be home. I like traveling, but the 312 is where my heart is right now. So we can agree- Chicago in the summer and fall, Miami in the winter and spring? With all the necessary greenhouses, tulips, chocolate labradors, pools/sweating, and parks in between.
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just pin your heartbeat against my heartbeat
and you'll see how well we rhyme.

-lyrics by josh ritter, bright smile

speaking of which...

This is a literary and typographically amazing idea.

no amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart.

(i a little bit just want to read the great gatsby over and over again)

i feel this sometimes.

blown-out beach

I am never really one to be "doing hair" and my hair is usually just straight, but since I returned from Miami, I've really liked the idea of a blown-out beach hair. My hair is naturally a little wavy, but tends to straighten itself out pretty easily as well. Since I absolutely do not care enough to do hair and definitely don't have the tools/skill set for it, this is what I do: One French braid down the middle of my head, being careful not to braid the end too tightly (this creates a weird-looking effect). This never manages to look like this the entire day, but I like the effect while it lasts. I'm bringing back the natural, almost-wild hair this summer :)

one sunday morning

I wish I could describe how amazing these coffee beans smell. Despite my fear of not being able to use all the beans before they lose their freshness, I picked up a bag from my favorite coffeeshop in an effort to save money and make coffee at home. Here's the thing: I don't have a traditional coffeemaker. My very kind aunt and cousin, understanding my coffee obsession, gifted me with a gorgeous Italian coffee maker. I love it, but also fear it. In the way that you sometimes fear things you love. No? Just me? The reason I fear it is that the last time I used it, I had a stomachache for like three days (only slightly exaggerated). Strongest. Coffee. Ever. It is delicious. I made an effort to neutralize the coffee with some milk. I drink my coffee black. Always. But drank milk in a teacup so as to not interfere with the flavor.

Coffee brewing+strawberries+Sunday morning= perfection.