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 […]

sometimes;

  …sometimes i wonder why God gave me the skills he gave me;  i’m better at impersonating every character from “peewee’s playhouse” with uncanny precision than playing piano with both hands.  even cowboy curtis and the cowntess. oh, especially the cowntess. and mimicking the voice of “sebastian” from the little mermaid than writing beautiful, wise […]

sylvia, my dear;

    “would it be too childish of me to say: i want? but i do want: theatre, light, color, paintings, wine and wonder…”                       -sylvia plath, the unabridged journals of sylvia plath.     (oh s-plath, i really do wish you were still alive. i feel as if you and i would be […]

in my ideal world;

         (Shakespeare and Co., Paris. One day, you shall be my reality. via weheartit) In my ideal world…   …Every night, I would find myself surrounded by lots of sleepy puppies in my comfy bed. Great Pyreenees ones, preferably. But any type of puppy that has endearing, disproportionately large paws is fine with me. …I […]