i am so undeniably happy.

despite all the shit that is happening back at home. despite the fact that i feel i have lost all of my friends. despite the fact that i don’t feel missed.

for the twenty minutes i was with these kids, i loved and was loved. feels so much better than to miss but not be missed in return. i never want to leave india. there is nothing for me in the states. nothing waiting for me.

perfect day.

it rained. all day. but of course that doesn’t matter because boone is still perfect. i always end the day completely satisfied with my happiness.

classes went great again. shot a roll of film. might get to process it tomorrow. went to free baptist dinner for the first time. nothing like eating with real southern baptist elders and toddlers. spent some time at the park. ice cream. THEN WE PAINTED. brandon, jenks and i made this beautiful masterpiece. at least in my eyes. we prayed and then just painted what we saw. it was amazing. i can’t wait to hang it up in my new apartment. now finishing the night with tea and a book.

we found an outline of a little girl in the paint. you can’t really see it now but maybe i’ll take better pictures of it later. she’s saying “oh to be found…”

the rain is now coming down hard. with my candles lit and a warm cup of tea in my hand, this moment is perfection.

my friends are going to kill me but the boyfrann wants another night in with just the two of us.
how could I possibly resist?

flightless bird

bahaha. this completely describes brandon and I’s relationship and an average night in boonetown.

I watched twilight last night and surprisingly, I sort of enjoyed it. at the end, flightless bird, american mouth by iron & wine played and I forgot how really good that song is. I’ve already listened to it about five times this mornging. I’m excited for the new iron & wine album coming out. some new songs, some re-did. it’s going to be good.

get-away time with mom was exactly what I needed. we got 80 minutes massages and all the knots in my back I got from stress during exams were worked out. I feel so amazing. asheville is the small city of my dreams. I’m still glad I decided to go to school in the boone mountains and not the asheville mountains because asheville is pretty classy for a college student. if I’m going to live there, I want to actually be able to afford to go out and let alone live there. ugh, money, money, money. I’m too close to being in the real world. halfway (well sort of) through college. that’s scary. I don’t want a real job. I’m not ready to make big decisions.

they feel nothing but the kissing.

They don’t hear anything
They don’t notice the lightning
It’s striking at the silent fighting
The everything for control of the ceiling
It’s winning, and the rain pours down on her.

-dawn landes

it’s raining again. nothing new.

OH MY GOD.

I am so effing excited about this.
and the fact that they are playing my favorite Arcade Fire song means that they have good taste.
this movie is going to be phenomenal.

the parentals.

on top of me going to India for 4 weeks this summer, my parents just informed me that they would be happy to help me pay for backpacking through Europe for a couple months after I graduate college. they want me to travel the world and see all I can see because they didn’t travel as much as they wanted. god, I love them.

a thunderstorm is supposed to be coming my way tomorrow. nothing could make me happier than heavy rain on the roof, instrumental music, and tea all in one day.

light up with me, my dear, light up.

“You’re ever welcome with me any time you like,
Let’s drive to the country side, leave behind some green-eyed look-a-likes,
So no one gets worried, no.”
-ff

haven’t had enough caffeine today, want to skip class, giving up meat for lent. that is all.

while you were sleeping,

I figured out everything. I was constructed for you and you were molded for me.

happy valentine’s day (a little late)

a little over a year ago, we had a nice romantic dinner overlooking millenium park in chicago, illinois. now, we cuddled by the fire in his cabin. we live the lives in storybooks.