Unpacking is a chore I both love and loathe. Love, because making order is one of my favorite things. Loathe, because inevitably I find myself staring, exhausted and overwhelmed, at a motley assortment of odds and ends — a card I meant to send to my grandma, an old lanyard with a recess whistle from my year teaching second grade, two old key rings, a container of shoe polish – and I realize I have come to the absolute end of my ability to decide anything and that I truly have no idea where this stuff should go.
//Early October is the best, weather-wise: you can wear a sweater and jeans, but still have bare ankles. I’m savoring every sock-free day, because they won’t last much longer.” —even*cleveland: imaginary outfit: less and more
come over here and kiss the living daylights out of me
that’d be cool
Mano del Desierto (Hand of the Desert), Chile by Mario Irarrázabal, 1992.
Zum hunderttausendsten Mal, weil ich mich halt JEDES Mal scheckig lach.
Can’t Help Falling In Love With You (Cover) - Fleet Foxes
"Shall I stay?
Would it be a sin?
But I can’t help falling in love with you…”
(via Two Red Bowls)