Cooking monster

So instead of going for a run and then studying at the library, Becca and I went for a walk and rounded a corner into an incredibly unique sunset. The sun was a pure, brilliant deep red and you could look directly at it without any difficulty, which meant you could then watch it second by second as it sank behind the trees of picnic point. It was almost surreal, to notice the speed at which our world actually turns.

Today I spent a lot of time cooking. At Savory Sunday, there was the almost-consigned potato salad that turned into delicious potato bake, and the squash stir fry. I nearly melted into the industrial range. Then, after we walked, I came home and started cooking but then didn't stop for two hours. And I realize I have actually no interest in finishing this post.

I like cooking a lot.

hannah and i ran in the rain, under the lightning storm, and felt alive.

hannah and i ran in the rain, under the lightning storm, and felt alive. i felt more alive than i've felt in a goddamn long time. why do we only become lonely when we grow older? i think childhood is the best moment of our life, and it is fleeting, and despite all our hopes, we can never recapture it except to consciously strive for a replica of its existence that will never be more of a replica. which, considering our bloodless polite lives as mature adults, is good enough.

disallowed

soooo cute! so pretty!

http://bit.ly/oLhInG


but then you read and find out that their mother is named peggy. what the shit. that's like naming the universe tom.