sometimes, i really just need to learn to stop talking.

 

in other news, i’m ready for this.

 

this right here. lovely, quiet, perfect snow.

it’s supposed to snow hardcore for the first time this winter in about 12 hours. and i hope it accumulates.

i hope that it’s still snowing when i bike to class on monday. i hope i get to graney’s class covered in perfectly imperfect white flakes, because let’s be honest, chicago: if you’re going to be cold, the least you could do is provide me with a little bit of beauty to cancel out the wind.

however.

as of late, thinking of snow makes me think about cuddling up with hot cocoa (and tequila?) and lazing the days away with you.

but i shouldn’t be thinking about that, for obvious reasons.

open mouth, insert foot. why can’t we go back 2 years?