I’m so ready to marry my best friend and spend all of our nights curled up beside each other on the couch with wine.
[not my picture]
GUESS WHO’S GOING ON A CRUISE THIS SPRING BREAK! And I just found out yesterday. It’s funny how some of the best things in life can happen so spontaneously. I expect I’ll be posting all of my favorite photographs from the week.
Packing tips?
(Source: nicolecupcake)
workin’ workin’ workin’, teacher-style.
Poor in many ways, but rich in love and community.
I always feel really epic and floaty when I finish off a long run with this song at night.
(Source: aspiringaspirations)
— Lululemon
No more comparing.
No more letting myself feel disappointed when others do not meet my expectations (who shays they should have to, anyway?).
No more letting myself feel disappointed when I don’t meet my own overly-high expectations.
No more trying to hold on too tightly to the relationships in my life.
Just breathing.
Detachment.
Peacefulness and joyfulness.
Just a few of my favorite shots from last weekend. Josh and I experienced a beautiful snowfall in Asheville, which made for the perfect Valentine’s Day celebration.
India: where even the metropolis has simplistic charm.
The things I would give to be back in the world where material things matter so little, the chai tea is always flawless, and temperature rarely drops below 60 degrees.
There’s a type of sex that I think Cosmo forgets about:
Intellectual sex.
Sometimes, Josh and I will be sitting down for dinner, coffee, or browsing books when our conversation somehow wanders into a discussion about religion, philosophy, or the state of our society. In those moments, I find myself incredibly attracted to him and infinitely close to him. You strip yourself down to your rawest, realest thoughts and opinions. It’s reciprocal - you both bounce your theories and ideas off of each other. And sometimes, you meet somewhere in the middle and find a conclusion to the conversation that you’re positive would solve the world’s problems if you could just get everyone to understand in the way that you just have. And then you let your mind take several deep breaths to drink it all in, take a sip of your wine, and ponder it all over again.