Usually the brown snow and the slushy dirty streets are the grossest part of winter but this year they’re like an answered prayer. I have never seen anything so beautiful as the visible blacktop of my driveway.
Warm Sunday selfie.
heyyyyy austen and I have been together for two years after meeting on this weird website called tumblr. crazy.
The endless winter has really been dragging me down, so I’m making a list of places to go and things to do when the snow melts. It will be my first spring/summer here, and that deserves some optimism! I’m feeling cabin fevered and nature starved, so the beginning of the list is parks and hiking trails within an hour of the city. I can’t wait to grab my camera and lace up my hiking boots and make tracks.
Wild Country | Wake Owl
Chills at 3:19. Every time.
I found an as-yet unannounced Write Bloody reading scheduled in my city ehehehehe. And it’s all poets I’ve never heard read before (exception: new poet love of my life Franny Choi who I saw last summer at WordxWord).
— Nicole Krauss, The History of Love (via lupinqueen)
tonight I want to stomp on things and mutter to myself and eat all the junk food i can get my hands on
cabin fever is THE WORST.
If you’ve never taken a look at the Beaver Brook blog, you should.
It’s the stuff dreams are made of.
I got the sides of my head buzzed today. Thinking about going back and getting the top cut a little shorter so I can swoop it back so it stays out of my eyes. Thoughts?
WHAT DO YOU THINK, MACKENZIE? BANGS STRAIGHT DOWN, OR SWOOP TO THE SIDE??
My thoughts are these: you are really really ridiculously good-looking.