our lunacy.

you look like the sun.

you know you're lucky when sunflowers find their way into your bedroom.

i want you to stay.

the words are written in the air.

abi, rachel, tina. (art). an early bus to nyc. bubble tea. a gluten-free, dairy-free bakery. a cute little hotel room. floppy hats. antique shops. dinner in soho. teeny little skirts. heels. meat packing district. buddha bar. 4am. 24 hour diner. belgium waffles & mimosas in the morning. a thunderstorm. a ferry ride to jersey. all points west. disregarding material possessions. mud. music. a friend from london. the statue of liberty and the manhattan skyline. yellow balloons. peace. love. and electric feel.

makes her fly.

if i ever feel better.

your face is all covered.

true?

shock me like an electric eel.

all points west. here we come.

my luck seems to be no more.

window blues.

totally in the mood for a warm, breezy, sunny day... a bike ride... some mexican food... the sound of a baseball game playing across the street... and a cute boy next to me the whole time. ;)

abandoned wood and sand and stones and such.

that's not my hairy arm, i just liked this idea. if only everyone would climb a tree... then maybe people would appreciate the world a little more.

gotta move along.

not taking a single solitary second for granted lately. cool things are planned for the next month. progress is being made, efficiently. fun is being had, enjoyably. love is being shared, warmly. time is being passed, unforgettably.

don't you let me go, let me go, tonight.

old days.

here's looking at you, kid.

make a wish today and see what happens.

had a dream about my whole life.