Lord, those candles. That field. Those BOOKSHELVES!
but where are the strumming music making strings?
so i decide i want to make nutella chocolate chip cookies about 15 minutes ago
and i bring my laptop down and my dad starts freaking out, saying “this is not normal for us! it’s too late to bake! why are you baking now! stop it! clean up when you’re done! this is not normal!” and i’m like pop, just tell me where the eggs are and everything will be fine. clearly we haven’t lived under the same roof for a very long time bahahahahaha. Oh, what a Matuszewski welcome.
Btw, I highly recommend this recipe. These things are flippin’ gorgeous. And delicious. I put the “cook” in THESE COOKIES ARE AMZBAZING. Happy holidays!
OH DINOTREE OH DINOTREE!!
I know it’s hard, but try not to be too jealous of my DINOSAUR-THEMED CHRISTMAS TREE.
This is perfect and beautiful and a symbol of all things good in this world.
Mother Nature. Literally.
Ah yes please. Woods, nature, summer sun, teepee. Soul is dyiinn for an adventure.
Yoga doesn’t a;ways have to be a serious practice. Don’t forget to laugh and wiggle at yourself sometimes :). I love that I look like I’m about to take flight!
Yeah, yeah, yeah…namaste and shower time!
OH, I could so live in this little reading nook. Yes please oh please oh please.
I skipped day 4, warrior 2!!! Soon to come.
Day 6: chaturanga
A few months ago, I could not do this pose. My arms and shoulders and core were to weak to even comprehend this thought, I’m amazed and impressed and inspired that I can now do the majority of them, on my toes (not even my knees, modifications only as needed!), during a practice. All because of a stupid, punkass pushup. I remember the class where I was like, no. You know what? I’m going to keep trying. I fell on my face for the next 5 weeks. and then week 6 came along, and who knew? I floated.
What does intimacy mean to you?
This is a loaded question, with a complicated answer. I need more wine before I can even begin to make sense of my whirling definitions.
“The first cup moistens my lips and throat. The second cup breaks my loneliness. The third cup searches my barren entrail but to find therein some thousand volumes of odd ideographs. The fourth cup raises a slight perspiration - all the wrongs of life pass out through my pores. At the fifth cup I am purified. The sixth cup calls me to the realms of the immortals. The seventh cup - ah, but I could take no more! I only feel the breath of the cool wind that raises in my sleeves. Where is Elysium? Let me ride on this sweet breeze and waft away thither. (Lu Tung)”
I have a passion for tea.
Take a sip with me.
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