to whisper quietly*

 i want: evening roadtrips. bonfire at the beach. sweatshirts and sparklers. to fall asleep underneath the stars. {the awakening by rumi}

and i can't wait to meet baby tristan*

today's precious moment: reading poetry in the afternoon rain, watching the bubbles float up inside my tall crystal glass. and to my dear friend: let him love you. it could be magic. Xoxo