My doofy family.


My sister is a crazy driver.  Fo' realz.

My brother is a giant.


And my mother hates to have her picture taken.

My dad is the doofiest of all.

But my dog is super cute.

This is my favorite.  She is everything I imagine my childhood was.

I'm not a creeper, I'm just good at capturing the souls of children. Here are my favorites.

DON'T FORGET.

Look at this house!  It's so quaint!  I want an orange couch to put on my porch.  It would be delightful in the summer time.

Speaking of summer (relishing in it, dancing it, basking in it), the sunsets are the only view I ever care to see.  Gorgeous.

And summer roses are divine.

I dream about this breakfast every day.

Have you ever noticed that springtime produces an abundance of ducklings?  They're almost too cute for words.

The iris are in bloom.  Lilacs replaced by tulips replaced by iris replaced by lilies replaced by sunflowers replaced by roses.
Beautiful.

I took this picture on a rainy day in Florence.  It was too colorfully earthy to leave alone.

I miss Italy now that it's summer and I'm graduated.  Why did all the men have to be smarmy and greasy?  I would have stayed if one of them had taken me.

I mean, it had walls covered in vines and was all "Secret Garden" like and behind those doors was usually wine.  It was great.

This man was not smarmy or greasy, but he was too old for me, and I'm allergic to cats.

Spiders are cool, even though they get a bad rap from most people.  I don't see why.  They  have, after all, eight legs, and that is badass.

My grandma has this thing around her tree.  I used to pretend that I was Alice and that it was a magical creature.  It is pretty magical.

This is above mentioned grandma.  Doesn't she look wonderful?  

She is.

I have done much thinking lately upon the immense, immensity, and how I would very much like to go away.