her own eyes

seriously just a small fraction of what was on my floor.



i love flowers. had peonies for a week, then replaced them with sunflowers.



took down pictures of johnny depp and elijah wood (yes i know) and about a million of those double sided adhesive pads (which was no easy feat). replaced with art from junior high, plus art from laura (framed).



my younger sister and my much much younger (1947) oma. both photoshopped by oma.

who would have thought?

here is a picture of me looking blurry, tired, out of it, and not the focus of this picture:

check out my way-too-wide robes. am i graduating, or a football player?

my you are beautiful stickers finally came!!

do not keep wine glasses in the sink. EVER. not even for a second.

but as my great grandmother would have said, wine glass makers have to work too.

And then what sustains our relationship is I'm extremely happy with her, and part of it has to do with the fact that she is at once completely familiar to me, so that I can be myself and she knows me very well and I trust her completely, but at the same time she is also a complete mystery to me in some ways. And there are times when we are lying in bed and I look over and sort of have a start. Because I realize here is this other person who is separate and different and has different memories and backgrounds and thoughts and feelings. It's that tension between familiarity and mystery that makes for something strong, because, even as you build a life of trust and comfort and mutual support, you retain some sense of surprise or wonder about the other person.

-- Barack Obama

this is the SECOND time he's chewed through my headphones cable.

i ordered a replacement and i dearly hope that it arrives before my six-hour train ride home on saturday.

our resident canadian, lumberjack, and all-around outdoorsman built a fire in the courtyard last night with wood he gathered from god knows where around cambridge. feet, bums, & marshmallows were toasted.

and we woke up to snow flurries this morning!

Beauty sleep is always in fashion!

fucked uppppppp.

HM died.

(via hey blondie)