babyface

medium rare, blood juice on the mouth. sexy. very boyfriend-y, which is a bit inconvenient because there is no way to gracefully eat a good cut of steak

the most perfect month and it's not even my birthday month

i am allowed to recognize the beauty of the colder seasons and still hate everything about it. wake me up when it's may

the only film ever. perfect for any day, month, time, season. makes me cry. makes me laugh.

weapon of choice

beautiful girl, inside and out. princess ann and sabrina, holly golightly and jo stockton, regina lampert and eliza doolittle. simultaneously a mother and a daughter to me. the woman i've loved forever.

tender and sweet but unfortunately i am half deaf in one ear

fifteen, bare legs hanging out of the bedroom window as i watch the children younger than me play on the swing-set across the street and the boys older than me drive past. nothing compares to the sunsets you see here. everyday is miserable. take me back.