i flew

yeah, i had the best birthday weekend i could have ever dreamed up.
no. better.

six flags with great friends
cuddled my brains out
playing with puppies
terminator
elephant bar
baked malt ball cookies
played 'find the parking tickets' in the car
kings cup with a crowd
white zinfandel
bruises and scratches and bedsheets
and JUMPED OUT OF AN AIRPLANE.

hmmmm. yyyyeah, i'm pretty sure this weekend was inexplicably mind-blowing.
i needed the break. sooo bad. i still can't believe any of it.
all thanks to mr. eric jason silvas, best boyfriend god created :D

"...don't cry child, you've got so much more to live for."

I used to listen to Laura Marling and just let myself weep.

There's absolutely nothing worth weeping over right now, with the exception of the catastrophic level of beauty and harmony that exists in my world right now.

the heavens are pouring down outside this window, and the arches of my feet are hot against the stone hearth of the fireplace I am cozying up with.

this calm before the storm is giving me goosebumps. it brings me chills. i am sitting in such anticipation, as a gruesome, unwarranted fear regularly, spontaneously devours my stomach, as if someone had felt the need to clean out my belly button with a vacuum tube at any point of the day they choose. it's that feeling when you're watching something enormous fall on something really expensive. there's absolutely nothing you can do about it, so you just flinch, gasp, and pray for the least amount of damage.

but most of the time, i'm so happy i couldn't care less :)