MMMMMMM… I have the best boyfrann ever (he’s just so flyyyyy). What a handsome mister! We went to see The Great Gatsby for my birthday present (21 folks!) Andddd. Tomorrow wil equate to a year of us being in love, fighting, kissing, making love and tomfoolery associated with being in a lovely relationship. :) I am one lucky lady. myhandmadehymnal:
My girlfriend Stevie and I went to the Great Gatsby play at Herberger Theater in downtown Phoenix this past weekend and it was amazing. Aint she beautiful! We also went to a Mad Men themed party with some of my best friends. It was a grand ol’ time.
This reminds me of the Durango Narrow Gauge Train I rode on this winter…
(Source: fancyfootworkk, via purpleishboots)
1) all sorts of adorable
2) This just reinforced my need to dye my hair red
(Source: fiveredballoons, via purpleishboots)
I want to be older and to be done with school and have no debt and to live in an old house. I crave opening the door at the start of sunrise to let my dog out. To feel the cold air on my skin as I gasp in surprise (although it happens every morning) and to feel goosebumps on my arms and crinkling my toes in the yard’s dirt because the sprinklers went off early and the dog (preferably a great dane) refuses to pee on wet dirt without me. I want to walk back into my house and to love all that I am surrounded by. An exposed brick wall, the mirrors I’ve been collecting ever since Mandi gave me that first large oak one. The framed bird prints from the calendar I gave to my mom the Christmas of 2011. A suitcase chair that I made the summer my boyfriend went to Europe and I was bored and crafty, but mostly just broke from getting drunk with friends and loneliness. My paintings would be hung on a wall because I finally had time to sit and not be rushed, or feel guilty. My old tufted couch I bought for forty dollars on craigslist would be sitting near a fireplace- the couch my old roommate’s dog used to claim as his own. That couch that I will swear I still find his hairs on. I want to look down at my feet and see wooden floors, that when I put socks on, I can slide over and sometimes fall down and get a splinter from. I want my antlers to be hung and my dried flowers to be dispersed throughout the rooms- not clustered in my miniature sized room as they are now. I would have my own study and studio room- one where my desk and typewriter wasn’t crammed against my bed, and blocking part of the entrance of my closet, which is cramped and overflowing with my clothes and shoes which are currently kept in old suitcases. And Maybe I would have finally found a purpose for those two left shoes I bought from Urban, those black peep-toed mary janes- the ones they wouldn’t let me return. (The ones that made me swear off shopping there, and yet I always seemed to find a way to be drawn back in by their clever ploys and advertisements.) I would tip-toe loudly back into my bedroom, suppressing fits of giggles and I would jump on my bed and onto my husband, or lover, or boyfriend with my big great dane and wake him up with kisses and slobber and have him look up at me with sleepy eyes. Those sleepy eyes crusted with sleepy-bugs. Those sleepy eyes that convey kindness and love and make you weak and trembling and bursting and free. And maybe I would be wearing a ring on my left hand next to my pinky finger. Maybe when I looked down at my feet there would be a little lump in my belly, and I would say I looked fat and he would tell me I was glowing. Maybe I would be in Scotland in a little cottage and I wouldn’t mind everything cramped and bursting.
Maybe.
But I hope that it will. Because I am snagged in the present, with a reel dragging me quickly forward, and the more I fight it the more I tire and am dragged forward, and I am terrified that this will not come to be.
But maybe, just maybe.
Aubrey Plaza photographed by Damon Heath for Lula Magazine, Fall/Winter 2011
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