[ rousseau + van gogh ]
[ warhol ]
conversations of note:
Wait. No, I don’t. You know those days where you don’t feel cute enough to go to Anthropologie?
Ew. Tastes like Christmas, this pickle.
Something about these cookies evokes a very sad memory to me. What do you think? Why else would I feel like this?
Guys, I think I need some support. Maybe I should sign something. Elizabeth, will you write me a manifesto?
N: A pickle just rolled out of the trash can.
O: Taste it!
I love those movies where they’re like “will anyone speak for this woman?” And then it’s like anybody? Anybody?
And we were on top of the roof and we’re like “lick the roof!” and he did, so now he knows.
I haven’t mentioned anything about Deathly Hallows Part II, mostly because I hated it. All of it. Really. But I was blonde for a minute as part of all the Potter partying, and here’s the only existing photographic evidence to prove it.
Hiked Rock Canyon with O this morning after a long, lonely night at the apartment matting and framing and hanging art. Both of which turned out to be immensely satisfying in their own sort of way. Remember how I live here? Still not over it.
:: saw this, loved this.
:: appreciating the honest but inoffensive ya sudah today. as incoherent as Indonesian can be, it does have a certain way of getting right to the point.
:: carved a stamp, block-printed some fabric, hackedwest elm.
:: driving back from provo today Olivia and I tried to listen to country.
:: two years ago on this day exactly I was in the MTC and, according to my journal, learning how to say anda harus bangun sebuah benteng keliling hatimu. this came in useful much more often than you would think.
:: one of those weeks where you don’t bother with makeup for days and then suddenly rediscover lip color on walgreen’s cosmetic aisle. why does that always feel so life-changing?
:: my dog is the strangest.