in the stacks of february

abstraction, n.
It's not as if I can conjure you there completely. I must embrace the idea of you instead. 

akin, adj.
In the long view, did it matter that we shared this? Did it matter that we both happened to go to Barcelona the summer after our senior year? In the long view, was it such revelation that we were both ticklish and that we both liked dogs more than cats? Really, weren't these facts just placeholders until the long view could truly assert itself?
We were painted by numbers, starting with the greens. Because that happened to be our favorite color. And this, we figured had to mean something.

aloof, adj.
It has always been my habit to ask that question:
"What are you thinking?"
I keep on asking, even though I know it will never work the way I want it to.

community, n. 
I'd want to say, "Don't I know you from somewhere?" But ultimately I wouldn't say a word. I wasn't sure I wanted them to be real.

epilogue, n.
You ask me what I'm writing.
"You'll see," I say. "I promise."
These words are now mine, but soon they'll be ours.

flux, n. 
The natural state. Our moods change. Our lives change. Our feelings for each other change. Our bearings change. The song changes. The air changes. The temperature of the shower changes.
Accept this. We must accept this.

motif, n. 
You don't love me as much as I love you. 

{all words by David Levithan, The Lover's Dictionary}



deux jours à Paris

Notre Dame | Pompidou


young love

Mat Kearney.
Young Love.
He is one of the nicest 
and most down-to-earth musicians 
I have ever met. Really.
(lots of videos on the way.)
p.s. also loved how I happened to see the Rhondeau's!