he: i’m really lucky to have met you. she: yeah, we’re like a freak accident gone horribly, horribly right. happy valentine’s day, ya’ll, from yours truly and the begrudgingly disgruntled gentlemanfriend.
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{buddy brews. tampa, fl. january 2012} “i woke in a gold dress you in jeans. morning filled wine bottles in the kitchen ashine with fine mica glitter of fish scales and salt. it was quiet. we coiled in scarves outside – me sugar, you milk. you said: that went well, don’t you think? sun behind you i kissed the hole in the light and said, yes.” -rebecca lindenberg, “aubade”.
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Tagged: awesome, berets and bongos, boys, dork, favorite things, favorites, girl why you gotta be so corny, love, loveliness, lovely, poetry, quotes, yay
{me with the most perfect pea while dinner-making with bff. it was a good night, the glitter effect suggests} two jobs that i absolutely adore; i end up exhausted at the end of the day, covered in cupcake frosting and filled with stories about cute things that little kids ask me for. a boy that takes me late night pool-hopping. and into forbidden libraries. and on carousels. and didn’t even complain those times that i spent an hour describing the plot of “point break” and “harry potter and the deathly hallows” to him. he was living in ignorance, after all. late night homemade dinners of pad thai and san francisco style ramen noodle bowls with best friend. especially when air bud comes on when…
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Tagged: adventures, amen, boys, broston, happiness, happy dances and jazz hands, life, loveliness
i had the great pleasure to spend my fourth of july on a frat house roof overlooking the charles river. i should mention that this frat house was filled with boys from the massachusetts institute of technology, because for some reason the combination of “m.i.t.” + “frat house” cracks me up every time. i imagine they have drinking games that involve graphing calculators. or play beer pong with graduated cylinders.* needless to say, it was the greatest. and if the sloppy video of me adjusting my chair while watching fireworks, meowing at the end of it, and yelling the phrases “aw heeeelll yes” and “that was the foreplay[of the fireworks display]?”** doesn’t prove it, then i don’t know what will. *i crack myself…
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Tagged: adventures, boston, boys, corny jokes, frat houses, holiday fever, humorous
-image via today is one of those days. it’s been raining for over forty eight hours. my shoes and heart feel a bit heavy. i can’t seem to figure out how to go about making advances with a boy in my acting class. or whether he swings for my team. (and isn’t that one of womankind’s greatest challenges?) i know that my dog is wondering why i haven’t walked in through the door in over ten days. and that hurts my heart a little bit and this is the point in all of my crazy adventures that i’d be packing up ready to go home. but this time i’m not. this is a one way trip to something better. but that being said,…
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-via the other day i was pondering to myself about a subject i find most disturbing. yes. ideal attributes in a man friend. yes. i know it sounds innocent enough. it’s not like i was talking about world domination, and the like. but i shuddered to think i would sound like one of those women. you know the types. who so casually list their ideal attributes wanted in a mate, like the world’s longest grocery list. and they basically end up listing these perfect frankensteinian prototypes. without a flaw or quirk in sight. or jesus. and i thought to myself. but man, wouldn’t it be great to find a boy who conveniently has aaron sorkin’s brain, andrew bird’s diction, and jake gyllenhaal’s beefy forearms?…
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Tagged: boys, dating, dear future husband, letters
-via "love? be it man. be it woman. it must be a wave you want to glide in on, give your body to it, give your laugh to it, give, when the gravelly sand takes you, your tears to the land. to love another is something like prayer and can’t be planned, you just fall into its arms because your belief undoes your disbelief." -anne sexton
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Tagged: berets and bongos, boys, love, loveliness, quote, sigh. love
dear future gentleman caller, i just wanted to let you know, that i am a packaged set. i come for free with all of the following: – sleep talking in foreign languages, or so i’ve heard. talk back. -sleep walking, as i have also heard. (beware, i’ve been known to steal remote controls when i sleep over at friends’ houses during these sleep walking episodes.) -only getting cranky when i am very, very hungry. -inability to make plans unless they are less than three hours ahead of time. plans scare me. – finding a clever way to wear tights at any possible opportunity. i’m sorry when it gets too hot outside for them and you realize i wore them so much because i was…
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Tagged: boys, dear future husband, dork, dreams, future, life, love, loveliness, ramblings
blue ridge mountains circa summer 2009 *this post was brought to you by the fact that i listened to too much mumford and sons this morning and thus got extremely sentimental. dear future gentleman caller, i know you’re out there. i know you’re not just a kennel full of cats, like some of my friends joke about. i know it i know it i know it. i know you’re out there, celebrating christmas with your family. giving noogies to your younger brother and last minute christmas shopping. sloppily gift-wrapping, and slapping on a shiny bow just for good measure. not to insult you, but despite all of this knowledge of mine, i’m not looking for you. i don’t search for your face in…
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Tagged: boys, confessions, creep, dear future husband, dork, future, letters
-via Okay, so here’s a little confession: I keep a journal where I write incredibly dorky, sometimes humorous, most of the time nerdy, love letters to my future husband gentleman-caller for life (the word “husband” weirds me out. it’s like “cankles” to me). Which, in the context of all the other journals I’ve ever filled, should not sound as weird. Whenever I write in my paper journals, I almost always address them to someone, either animate or inanimate. My favorites are the funny ones addressed to my future mother-in-law and children. Which, I’m now realizing might make me sound much more delusional than ever before, which was the opposite of what I was trying to do… But without further ado, here is…
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