monday mornings are lovely, especially after a couple rainy/overcast day.
if i keep my windows open wide enough in the wee hours of the morning the birds bring me back to the age of 6 or close to it- if i imagine my grandmas bed and her pool and her squirty cheese & crackers. and summer mornings where i couldn't remember the time. also in order to make it feel like 6 you have to squeeze together your whole universe, leave some black around the edges. lots of black, lots of comfort in your parents. don't worry, it feels natural.
this morning i didn't feel crazy, just human. i think humans are bound to feel crazy but get that feeling mixed up for just being human.
i want a hammock for my porch.
sundays that feel like sundays are lovely.
dreaming about drawing everything in sight is lovely. the perfect shadows, the perfect curves.. everything in perfect form.
i wish i had this shirt to wear today!! going to columbus after class today with kara and ethan to meet up with carley and sell my morning jacket tickets.. i hope we find some good thrift stores!!!
this made me happy.
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