Sundays are for dreams: Pilates books, I sigh over such beautiful bodies painting nails in pretty pastels bananas; enough said sweetly bright sweat suits drinking far too many cups of green tea listening to rain pour onto the streets watching Gossip Girl, such pretty ... Read More
Smells Like Teen Spirit
It smells like that gauzy, white canopy I had draped from the ceiling, over my bed, embracing with breezy yet gentle arms the entirety of my bed. Like fluffy duvets, made but rumpled from varying positions every so often. Like the sunlight bursting through seams between blinds that flood the room ... Read More
Sensory Saturdays
It's Saturday morning. I've been up since six, just in time to see marbled skies turn blue. And with caffeine settling in as I sit cross-legged in front of my desk, half t y p i n g , half watching Fairly Legal (best.show.ever), yet again, Eating spoonfuls of Chobani as I make mental shopping ... Read More