The human heart has a long memory though and remembers what it was like to live...– Jonathan Carroll (via jamaicamakes) this kind of made my heart go pitter patter.
We thought of you all day today. We went to the art district at Sacre Coeur and...– an email from my mom, who is in Paris this week with my little brother and his girlfriend. i SO wish I was there with them. everytime I think about it it’s like my heart is getting punched in the face. if that makes any sense.
late winter/early spring=
sweaters with open toed shoes (but itching for an entire wardrobe overhaul.) roasted asparagus. sitting on the front step in the short window between coming home and the sun going down. andrew bird, “the mysterious production of eggs.” wednesday night lenten services. looking forward. that’s what it means to me.