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This dream: no longer just a dream.   

Sad day in the lives of the newt family.  In all likelihood it will be somebody else’s house by the end of the summer. 

Fish Nation Army

Michaela likes dancing along to this.

Random

I wore my retainer last night for the first time in months (because little sister E made me feel a little bit ashamed last weekend while I was staying with her... yeah I think my overbite was starting to come back and my bottom front tooth was starting to get a little crooked). 

Anyway, now my teeth hurt SO BAD and I'm about to go to brunch and it bums me out a little because I loooove brunch foods and probably the only thing I'll be able to get is like porridge or something. 


It is raining so hard right now.  A beautiful spring rain that collects in deep cool puddles anywhere there's a hollow on the ground, pouring in fierce little rivulets along the edge of the streets, deepening all the colors into vibrant versions of themselves, muffling every sound with its gentle pattering, until all you can hear is the occasional splash of tires on pavement and the rumble of thunder. 

Spicy Chicken

Apparently,

I would most likely taste like spicy chicken.

Created by Recipe Star

Love Notes

Dear Boston,
Just wanted to make sure you didn't forget about me and my harrowing beauty.  Didn't want you to grow complacent.  Didn't want you to forget pain. 

love,
Snow



Dear Boston,
You should have known I am capricious and fickle.  You should have known I make an exciting lover but a terrible spouse.  And Newt, you should have worn gloves today. 

love,
March



Dear woman next to me on the train with the books of art photographs that were so beautiful,

Why did you flip through the pages so quickly?  I didn't even get a chance to see half of them, let alone CHERISH the aesthetic details.

I understand it is YOUR BOOK, but still...

-Newt



Dear Snow/March,
We are going to bloom anyway.  And we're not going to die.

-Pretty Trees



Dear Newt,
It is my book, so I can do what I want with it.

-Woman next to you on the train with the art photograph books

p.s. Stop snooping over my shoulder.

And Then I Think

Sweet holy cupcakes, woman. Eat some dinner and stop messing around.