el cocodrilo.

It's a cold and grey autumn day in New England. We just built a tent out of blankets. We're going to bundle up and venture out soon.

My new favorite blog: this isn't happiness. I especially enjoy his pictures of lovers on lazy Sunday afternoons. Clearly, we were separated at birth.















































“Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.”
The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald

pleasantly irregular.

Getting out of town for a few days. Leaving you all with some of my favorite tunes:

free love.

'Cause every kiss that we don't give's
Another life that we don't live
And mama, it's so much sweeter when we do

le farfalle.

I must have been hallucinating this morning. There's no way I saw what I thought I saw. It's one of those moments that will haunt me for the rest of my life. Were you there? I swear I saw you. What a strange day.