THINGS THAT MAKE ME SMILE:
fall leaves, the smell of rain, the look on someones face when theyre in love, smell of asb poster paints, rainbows, people who love their job, silly bands, custom license plates, highlighters, red and black ribbons, souplantation, theater kids, phalanges, dresses with pockets, the lawsons, new vocab words, starfish, lightning, stupid stories, questions, facebook parents, geppettos, life stories, new friends, t-swift, heartfelt apologies, smell of laundry detergent, soccer games in the rain, candycorn, girls' nights, journals, good handwriting, butterfly kisses, supporting a friend, watching people grow, lockets, memorable quotations, neon, skipping 3rd, eyes, when people smile, the way i see it #, blueberry tires, christmas lights, flirting, lists, marcel the shell, USNA, cherry blossoms, the sound of a violin, family dinners, college apps, people, ice skating, wedding proposals, MS, movies that make me cry, free 4th, deep conversations, moving forward, snuggling, gilligans!, maps, aussies, free wifi, dorm rooms, the unknown, ROOMATES!...well just mine!, best friends, learning, charm, scarves, chai tea, apple products, peonies, TED, Anderson 6th floor, college, photo paper, recycling (not just papers and plastics), starbucks ice cream, high socks, embassy parties, MAX, kettle chips, first snow, discovering DC, new friends, journalists, southern boys, suit coat pockets, thursdays, summer sun, baking, online shopping, music festivals, shoes, weddings, birthdays, sunsets, dreams (and following them), purpose, shower brainstorms, daydreams, JGL, potential, trains, faith, connections, APO love, San Francisco, analyzing art, colorful pillows, Jelly, nail polish, pumpkin spice, BIGS AND LITTLES, channel orange, french press coffee, white house adventures, social movements, peeps, fashion shows, cirque's, 3:47 am, same love, Germans, Wisconsin, tacky sweater parties, foreign friends, moving on,
Parks And Recreation is criminally underrated and one of the best ensembles on TV. They figured out how to make comedy out of people who like things, as opposed to the usual sitcom where it’s just people being awful to each other. Turns out passion can heighten things in the same way that conflict does. And that delights me.
My parents are holding hands in the car on the way home and it’s beautiful.
They don’t always get along, but it’s eleven o’clock on a grey August Sunday and my father turned fifty today.
And I think my mother understands tonight that he is coming to the realization that he is closer to sixty than sixteen, and he is wondering how he got here.
But somehow their fingers threaded together and the cool pavement after the rain is enough tonight.
And tonight is sad, but it is also good.
You’re miles away, but you love me, but one day it will be late on a quiet day, and I’ll weave my hand through yours while you drive and the mere outline of your frame in the cool starlight will be captivating, and I’ll smile and wonder how I got here, and wonder how I got to be with you.
We are closer to sixteen than twenty-six, but I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of holding your hand.