"…then go to Mendl’s and get me a Courtesan au Chocolat."

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My workspace // Krista Ashley Photography

I will be spending my night planted firmly at this desk. I have TONS of editing to do.

My daily grind.

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Cottage in the Woods by Becca Stadtlander

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The Sitting Tree // Photography by Taryn Kent

My future children forrealZ

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This one time I painted a living room with a girl.

This was a handful of years back. It was about eight months before the huge, flame-out of a breakup. That day, though? That day we painted the living room? It was pretty uneventful. We painted my parents living room for $50 between us and a pizza. That was it. I think we watched Anchorman or something after that.

But it still holds as on of the most indelible memories I have. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not still in love, it happened, it was good, it ended, and we’ve both moved on. But I’ll never forget that day. Because it’s never, in the long run, about the grand gestures. You can fly across the world and show up on her doorstep with a rose in your teeth and a ring in a little velvet box but I can guarantee you that - more often than not - she’s going to remember the time you built the birdhouse in the back yard, or what have you, a whole lot more.

Life wasn’t meant to be taken in large movements. The next day will inevitably arrive, you’ll sleep, and the moment will have passed. But when you have a hundred thousand small moments, you can step back and appreciate the picture a lot more than metaphorically blowing your load on some grand moment that, in all honesty, look, you’re not Bruce Fucking Springsteen, you’re not going to be able to blow everyone’s mind every single night. You’re not Romeo and/or Juliet. There’s no reason to drink the poison together in some flame-out gesture. So that leaves us with the small stuff. It’s all about the detail.

That’s what love is. Attention to detail.

And the moment will end. And then things will get boring. And it might get a little quiet. And it might all end horribly. And you might hate eachother at the end. And you might walk away from eachother one day and never speak again. But that’s just how it goes.

But she’ll remember the time you held the door open for her on your first date.
She’ll remember the time you laughed at her impression of the landlady.
She’ll remember the time you stayed up all night that first time.
She’ll remember the small things a lot longer than the big ones.

But everything ends. And I’ll tell you why you have to make the small things, the small moments count so much more:

One day, probably a while longer from now, when old age takes ahold of someone, she might just only remember your smile. Everything you ever did together, every second, every moment, every beat, every morning spent in bed, every evening spent together on the sofa, all of that - gone. Everything you ever did will be reduced to the head of a pin. She won’t remember your name. She’ll just remember your smile, and she’ll smile. She won’t know why. It’s a base, gut reaction. But she’ll smile, uncontrollably, and it will come from somewhere so deep as to know that you touched her on a primal, honest, and true level that no scientist, scholar, or savant could ever begin to explain. There is no more. There is nothing else. There is just this: She’ll remember your smile, and she’ll smile.

And you know what? That’s all that really matters in the end.

one of the first things i ever loved on tumblr. still do.

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important things tonight:
1. feeling the weight of the endless sea of homework finally start to lift.
2. more closure on things that hurt.
3. big spoon cuddles.
4. heartfelt texts from people you love that make you cry.
5. leaving for home in the morning.


The Rumblr’s in-house astrologer, Madame Clairevoyant, presents her latest dispatch from the stars:

Leo: This week, watch the world around you pick up color, watch it gain in brightness, watch it shimmer like sunlight on a lake. Your world is going to be full of such beauty it could knock you over; your world is going to be filled with such a clear gentle light, it won’t even make sense. Let this goodness fill you up; let it make you brave; let it make you the kindest version of yourself. Call your family. Fill your house with flowers, or eat fruit, or watch the trees outside begin to bud.

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As this week is one of the busiest of my college career I’m very thankful for spontaneous camping trips with the best people. Being able to step back,  relax, and forget real life stuff for a while is wonderful. You should try it.

Little adventures can turn into big memories, and I’m thankful to have such good people to make them with. 

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