January 20, 2012 • 19 notes
yes, but now what are you going to do? 

yes, but now what are you going to do? 

December 15, 2011 • 42 notes
this is the way our household works. 

this is the way our household works. 

December 6, 2011 • 35 notes

quizzical quacks: this is a video of my dog, five, watching a video i took of him swimming after ducks a few days ago. this particular confrontation with technology turns my heart into a lil puddle. 

October 31, 2011 • 197 notes

happy halloween! 

and happy birthday to my favorite friend. you’ll always be the calvin to my hobbes! (previously)

October 5, 2011 • 47 notes
i’m putting this here because i just want to make it totally clear that basically my only goal in life is getting to a point where i kick it and eat nachos in a hot tub on the reg.

i’m putting this here because i just want to make it totally clear that basically my only goal in life is getting to a point where i kick it and eat nachos in a hot tub on the reg.

September 29, 2011 • 36 notes
i’m trying something new and it’s called chasing away sadness with miniature sandwiches. 

i’m trying something new and it’s called chasing away sadness with miniature sandwiches. 

September 21, 2011 • 39 notes

speaking of war and peace, here’s a flip-book that mills and i made!

September 21, 2011 • 31 notes

of dreams and tolstoy

for the past few weeks, i’ve been reading war and peace for a class, approximately one hundred pages a day. recently, characters from the novel have begun appearing in my dreams. they usually don’t play a big role and the way they appear is not necessarily congruent with their novelistic identity. for example, i’m pretty sure prince andrei was leaning against a wall-papered wall at a party holding a beer. he never spoke, but i knew he was there; he was wearing a sword. but let’s be honest, if someone was going to show up in the party scene of my dream it would probably be anatole kuragin (who i like to call the tim riggins of war and peace. i can totally see him half-drunk saying “moscow forever”).

i can’t recall dreaming about novels before and certainly never as a recurring theme. i wonder if it is simply the length of the book that is causing it? anyways, i really like it! have y’all ever dreamt about characters from a novel before?

June 29, 2011 • 71 notes
 a series of events: while walking to the grocery store, i saw a dead baby bird on the sidewalk and began to question the entire universe. i also instantly recalled a similar experience that occurred on a sidewalk very far from here when my body was much smaller but my heart was still horrified by the same things. in an attempt to make myself feel better, i purchased these chill “under the sea” nail stickers. perhaps all life is eventually reduced to pain and death, but i can still put some seahorses on my nails. an old lady gave me a dirty look at the grocery store. perhaps she has a problem with young weezy.

 a series of events:

  • while walking to the grocery store, i saw a dead baby bird on the sidewalk and began to question the entire universe. i also instantly recalled a similar experience that occurred on a sidewalk very far from here when my body was much smaller but my heart was still horrified by the same things.
  • in an attempt to make myself feel better, i purchased these chill “under the sea” nail stickers. perhaps all life is eventually reduced to pain and death, but i can still put some seahorses on my nails.
  • an old lady gave me a dirty look at the grocery store. perhaps she has a problem with young weezy.
June 15, 2011 • 50 notes
the saddest thing about this whole scenario is that this piece of bread—so perfectly designed for an eggs-in-the-nest breakfast—must remain here alone, forever separated from its destiny, with neither a yolk nor skillet. without these things it is only a lone slice with a thumbprint-shaped hole in its little toast soul.

the saddest thing about this whole scenario is that this piece of bread—so perfectly designed for an eggs-in-the-nest breakfast—must remain here alone, forever separated from its destiny, with neither a yolk nor skillet. without these things it is only a lone slice with a thumbprint-shaped hole in its little toast soul.