I spent my last few hours in New Hampshire with the first man I’ve ever loved unconditionally. My papa. Dogs included, on the couch like old times. I think it might have been the best decision I could’ve made.
beers, babies, and going away dances that end in nearly broken noses.
I’m going to miss days like today.
gimme new destinations and locations, let me sleep on your couch. i am so terribly sick of the shire.
the happiest; new england; october 2012
Maine adventures, drunken exploring in Portsmouth, tails, BBQ beans with cock, day of the dead charms, near death experiences, love love love, and lots of vodka.
there were so many beautiful hidden treasures this past weekend.
just stay in bed and listen to pretty songs and eat banana sandwiches and write nonsensical, meaningless things in my journal all day? I don’t see what the problem is.
Oh wait, I have to work. Work is considerably more miserable when I have to wear pants on 89 degree days. On a happier note, I’ve spent all night looking at apartments.
So much beauty in my family ;)