that time i went to europe and {sorta} lived to tell the tale, dublin;

   {somewhere around st. stephen’s green. too jet-lagged to remember exactly, since i had just had at least four cups of aer-lingus coffee and eight aer-lingus cookies by this point, tbh} i’m about to be that twat. i’m about to talk about my post-grad trip europe without being annoying, except totally being annoying. you know […]

a february playlist {a-side};

{click image for playlist!} this may or may not be a shock, but i’m really not a romantic. don’t get me wrong; i love love. i just don’t like the notion that love has to be this compartment that we have to fill with this sounds-like-love, looks-like-love, smells-like-love, feels-like-love-so-it-must-be-love-kind-of-thing. that it must be from someone […]

{berets and bongos} 96;

{buddy brews. tampa, fl. january 2012} “i woke in a gold dress you in jeans. morning filled wine bottles in the kitchen ashine with fine mica glitter of fish scales and salt. it was quiet. we coiled in scarves outside – me sugar, you milk. you said: that went well, don’t you think? sun behind […]

dear boston;

dear my beloved boston/broston, it is may. you should not be 48 degrees outside . weather that is overcast, gloomy, and not conducive to bike rides over the charles is a major bummer. i should not have to wear thick socks around my apartment. or daydream about hot showers. or still have to use my […]

{berets and bongos} 62;

“you give me flowers resembling chinese lanterns. you give me hale, for yellow. you give me vex. you give me lemons softened in brine and you give me cuttlefish ink. you give me all 463 stairs of brunelleschi’s dome. you give me seduction and you let me give it back to you. you give me you. you give me […]