November 2011
23 posts
“There may be more beautiful times, but this one is ours.”
—Jean-Paul Sartre (via musingsinfemininity)
Nice 'N' Easy
Frank Sinatra
Nice ‘N’ Easy
Frank Sinatra
Dearest Christmas break... →
designsponge.com
It would bring me much joy if you would take it upon yourself to save me from this mountain of tests, papers, presentations, & the like because I would love to make this lovely item. I’m so excited about using my hands to make something beautiful, and you do know that there is something magical about having paint and ink-stained fingers.
Your dear friend and lover-of-pumpkin-pie,
Chloe Q.
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Bragging moment of an adoring sister:
My brothers’ band is opening for David Bazan tonight.
[aka Pedro the Lion + Headphones]
AND the Modern Skirts in December.
I AM SO, SO PROUD! Can’t stop beaming.
I have a date with Theory, Vocal Pedagogy, Ear-training, IPA charts, Music History, and vocal repertoire...
School, I WILL conquer you. With:
…”a cup of café au lait and a new song in my heart. A song that sings of the Grace that so unabashedly colors my life. A song of hope.”
…and also, Bon Iver.
“So then, just as you received Christ Jesus as Lord, continue to live your lives in him, rooted and built up in him, strengthened in the faith as you were taught, and overflowing with thankfulness.”
—Colossians 2:6-7 (via loveadinfinitum)
I want...
…winter days and runny noses and oversized sweaters and wool socks and warm coffee and snowflakes on my eyelashes and hot bathes and weekend trips to the snowy mountains and the scraping sound of shoveling and hands by a fireplace and blankets over shoulders and someone to keep you warm and choosing cuddling over morning classes and cold feet warmed by foot rubs and the quiet and forgetting your age with snowballs and negative temperatures and knit toques and hand-holding and staying in bed all day and chicken noodle soup and no mosquitoes and movie marathons and good television and Thanksgiving and Christmas and New Years and warm weather holidays and baking all day and cooking in pairs and hot mugs of hot chocolate and stockings and waking up to frost on the windows and layers and sledding and spying animal tracks in the snow and long nights and hearty meals and the many feelings that are January.
“If I had a flower for every time I thought of you…
I could walk through my garden forever.” —Alfred Lord Tennyson (via el3ctric-panties)
I could walk through my garden forever.” —Alfred Lord Tennyson (via el3ctric-panties)
I feel most attractive...
…right after I wash my face and apply moisturizer.
Fresh-face. No make-up. Just me and my freckles.
Nothin’ like it, folks. :)
