Here's the thing

Coffee lover
Shower singer
Gmail dependent
Berkeley graduate
Twenty three years old

(Previously: A Day in a Life in a Photo)

Love doesn’t make sense. I mean, you can’t logic your way into or out of it. Love is totally nonsensical, but we have to keep doing it or else we’re lost and love is dead and humanity should just pack it in. Because love is the best thing we do.

Ted, How I Met Your Mother

Baby I’m drunk

Baby I’m drunk and I miss you and I love you and I don’t have the guts to tell you and I have no plans to tell you ever but I love you I do I do I do.

That pink life

Hold me close and hold me fast
This magic spell you cast
This is la vie en rose
When you kiss me, heaven sighs
And though I close my eyes
I see la vie en rose
When you press me to your heart
I’m in a world apart
A world where roses bloom
And when you speak, angels, sing from above
Everyday words seem
To turn into love songs
Give your heart and soul to me
And life will always be
La vie en rose

I’d much rather hear

"Wish you were here with me exploring"


"I can’t live without you"

Please go, live, without me. Just promise to drop a pin at the cutest brewery with the best pumpkin ale & take me back with you so we can kiss and laugh and drink and be merry.

"you are wonderful and i miss you. let’s run away and have adventures."


everything i wanted to hear


Text me at night when you can’t sleep
Call me on trips when you miss home
Know that when you’re thinking of me,
I’m thinking of you,
and I’ll be here,
that I’ve never
wanted to
be here

It’s like a little

Filter across my day - not a super sad or dark or dramatic one. It’s a pretty one, a little less saturated maybe. A little faded because I miss you & you’re far away today. Will be far away for a week. And I don’t want to jinx it, but even though there’s this missing & this longing sprinkled in my day, I feel calm. You taught me that. Are teaching me that. Because you have this calmness, this unwavering faith that we’ll see each other again. And that part of the tension and anxiety that comes with missing is a fear of not seeing each other again. You don’t have that. Though in a completely unobtrusive and perfect way, you’re allowing me to have it. Validating my emotions, my fears, my anxiety — which only moves me closer to your calmness. Closer to that place of faith. Faith in us. In us. Us.

There’s like a million different ways to say “I love you”
“put your seat belt on”
“watch your step”
“get some rest” just gotta listen

—idk (via meri-juana)

(via swooned)


Tonight, I was on the verge of apologizing for feeling too much, for being less than sunshiny, for my fear & my insecurities & the messiness. I was on the verge of saying something offhanded & self-deprecating, something along the lines of sorry for being crazy. But then I didn’t. I stopped myself because I realized that you don’t make me feel like I have to apologize - there’s never a lingering sense of burden or the finger of invisible blame. You’re just you and I’m just me and we’re just figuring this thing out together.