Some days I still want to be a ballerina, but then I put these on and suddenly I’m fine with my life choices
Making s’mores on the stove. Please, summer (or spring), won’t you come soon?
— John Linnell
A few of my favorite things: Mitch, dinosaurs, and the library. (at Carnegie Museum of Natural History)
The amount of time between when your bangs are the perfect length and when they are most surely too long is precisely 1.3repeating days.
Included on my to-do list for today, among all the actual tasks, is the following:
- pull it together
I honestly do not remember writing this. Did someone else add this to my list? How do I know when it has sufficiently been pulled together, and therefore, when to cross it off? Am I trying to tell myself something subconsciously? Self-sabotage?
And this is why the to-do list never gets done.