time to pretend.

short stories.

this lady embodies the person i hope to someday be. (no, it's not denise.) her photography is amazing. her children are beautiful. she cooks. she writes. she loves italy and espresso. read her blog, check out her site. think of me in seven to ten years.

i'll be home soon.

when the moon fell in love with the sun.

i can't get this damn song out of my head.

spun the stars on her fingernails.

things have changed for me.

reality looks far now.

today james and i rode up to the north end. we got pizza at ernesto's. we walked down hanover st. we saw some tall ships in the harbor. we rode through the commons... we rode down newbury st... we rode with no hands on park dr...

our bikes are falling in love.

it's a brand new day.

breakfast with my shadow.

a lifetime.

i'll write you a postcard.

he's cute.

is an empty room.

your heart...

is there a ghost?

i felt you in my legs.

found these pictures on my little red camera. they are from a cool cupcake shop in covent garden. i miss london & dana.

carries the moon on his shoulders.

karma police.

last night i lost my wristlet with my freshly charged starbucks card ($50), a charliecard with a montly t pass, my debit card, some money, a few movie ticket stubs, a burts bees and probably some other stuff, too.

this morning someone messaged me saying they found it. i'm going to pick it up now.

independence day.

i'll do anything for you.

we're having a rooftop mad hatter tea party. we want it to look something like this...

what will you choose for to share?