Even if we don’t see each other, even if we’re not talking. Even if I go away and never come back home, I’ll always run away with you if you need it. Always.

I miss the times when you used to put your arm in the back of my chair and lean in to talk into my ear… I really do. I’d love to have that back. 

I had a good afternoon today with one of my favorite friends. She’s awesome.

I sent an email last night to one of the most important people in my life. I got a reply this morning. After reading it, at first I felt like replying like this:

Then I re-read the email and started feeling like this:

In the end, I just stared at the screen blankly, not knowing if I should reply or not.

I feel so weird…

Every semester one of my students restores my faith in humanity a little. I’m truly grateful for that.

I honestly don’t get it. I’m going to bed.

Progress! On to the next adventure!

I’m sad about Etta’s passing. Not because she was an inspirational figure in music (although I agree) but because “At last” is a song that gives me hope.

Maybe one day I’ll let you read one of my writings. Maybe one day.

-“I fucking love you”
I want someone to say that to me with all the passion it entails…

A little list my mom and I made this morning, all a joke of course:

The perfect man

• Must make coffee
• Lopsided smile
• Sense of adventure
• Knows how to cook (her specification, not mine, but still applies)
• Dog lover
• Appreciates a girl in a sweatshirt
• Smart, funny and all that jazz…
• AND MOST IMPORTANTLY: Doesn’t wear sunglasses indoors

Our priorities are so messed up… XD